Art at it’s most primal state for me is a charcoal and paper, black and white with shades of gray world. It is a neutral place with contrast overtaking the need for color, it is a mysterious quiet place and I find comfort there. I love the monochromatic feel of drawings, they open a door to the viewer to wash their own mental hues over the drawing, and participate in the creation of the art. There is a gutsy knowledge found only in drawing for me, I feel closer to the gist of art when I hear the scraping of the medium across the paper or board. I have been working on some mixed media drawings lately and loving the complexity of the boundless energy found in the gesture drawing stage and the struggle to not lose it in the drawing’s finality. I am a junkie to the creative motion of water over a surface, and I find I will add water to almost any drawing. I believe this is why I am such a water media addict. It is a blissful state and one that I have to give in to it on a regular basis.
There is something satisfying about drawing that is intrinsic to the motion of the endeavor, and I am not sure I can aptly put it into words. In a time where we all type instead of write, photograph instead of sketch, and text instead of call, this is a longhand to creativity that has not been lost or replaced and one I hope will remain. It is the very soil of the road one must travel to make art pieces that are laden with soul and feeling.
Here is one that I have been working on this month….Wool Gatherers 20 x 20 inches