A return – a blinding – a certainty of something I know –
I break through the sharpening and sharpening of the pencil….
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 –
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