Lurching this way and that, the hole inside that wants to be filled, wanting and not knowing what, driven and not knowing why or by what. I make art, and strain to set limits to the self-destructive excess.
The only peace, in dreams.
This is from April, 2016. Did a little more work on it, and mounted and framed it. Ink, Silverpoint and Tombow over metalpoint ground, on a weathered piece of plywood. 76.2×50.8cm (30″x20″)
27.9 x 30.5cm Pen & Ink over pencil. I feel like I’m making abstract, visual representations of our interlocking social/political/economic/communication webs.
Like… I could use this to map out a science/fantasy fictional world. Not the physical, geographic map, but the interrelational structures of dependency and independence
Cityscape 22 x 16.5cm pencil & ink, silverpoint ground on paper. Study for a painting.