I don’t want to replicate, illustrate, imitate or even communicate…..but protest!
Expel my head my heart and the very pit of my being upon the canvas the anger and the sorrow the love and the relief that comes forth with every fucking expulsion of air from my lungs. To be left alone and never alone to live and to die and to know that there’s nothing more or less, before or after. To see and feel line and form and light and dark, to see the void …..to feel insignificant…..to find solace in the silence of mark.
It’s been a while since I worked in pencil so I had a bit of a dabble this afternoon with a little help from my copy of Poe’s ‘The Raven’.
I must confess I became so enamoured with the lines of Lenore’s dress I almost forgot about the second figure. I found something particularly hypnotic about the lines in this sketch, strangely calming and incredibly satisfying…just looking at a particular line (or series of lines) and feeling a sense of complete satisfaction. IS that just me?