A return – a blinding – a certainty of something I know –
I break through the sharpening and sharpening of the pencil….
pencil on paper
adventures into huge, double sheets of paper – stretching double time to gather the traces and marks, stretch marks and piercing of the surface layer….
another rhythm entirely – in the dull – soft, light of the undercurrent –
I learned here of how much the pencil and paper can take.
I learned here of the emergence of information from the paper.
as I lean in, the paper turns out to meet me – it bears a back – and it tore –
a cure (details) pencil drawing on paper
I attended a lecture’by Dr Lynn Turner. She said the words ‘animal cure’ –
I thought about forgiveness – revenge – what is a good cure…. drawing is an available cure….
drawing houses the animal
this is a point of departure – a point of reinvention – a point at least to consider
Hide – paper and pencil drawing – 2013
Pure pleasure in taking a drawing from the wall – bending, forming, learning something new.
Bucket – water- sponge
We have been here before – this baptismal rite – this ‘cleansing time’ reworking ‘dream time’
in my home – long hours of hope
resonating time and space – limpits of water and needles – holes and tearing
back bones of those far gone, far removed – disappeared….
paper worn and torn
Pleasure of an ongoing object that retains a will to keep going –
‘stitch – paper – stitch’
re-forming, re-inventing – re- imagining
Taking braver steps to see how far this paper will go.
Nestled into a black crown – suturs still binding –
Contrary to all of this – a desire to return to the blind face of white paper – untouched but for that of the pencil nib.
How far into form and away from that blindness in order to return?
Still further to go…. still more —
– binding and squashing and squeezing –
delivered torn paper and stitches – break upon break
further into itself…. Or a poised hold of strained stitching and fold… there is more to do – thread, needle, binding…