Typed drawings coming soon. That said...I must embark on some educated essays in which I attempt to explain the nature of my work/play or write somewhat automatically. I enjoy diving into the stream of conscious but do not expect this to be of much interest to others. How much fun to see others swimming in a freshwater lake when you yourself cannot get there because you're sitting on a fast moving train?
The Grey Letter was created at the same time as the Blue Letter. Working on a few forms all at once lightens the burden of having to wring meaning out of them. Meaning is such a loaded word. Why bother drawing if it means nothing? Equally why impose meaning on an image? I enjoy the tension between saying something intelligent (I am not opposed to this!) and simply bringing into existence. The process is an endless one of creation and destruction-nothing pious about it-all very workaday.
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