Sunday, December 15, 2013

as the art industry winds down from the gloating
and whining of miami,
my interests turn to more modest proposals:
the practice of drawing.
more specifically, drawing with paint.

this is not the fine work of graphite
And ink- this is paint-- dense of body 
and of a decidedly independent character.

there is the physical nature of the practice--
i enjoy the buckling of the paper, 
curling as it does beneath the wash of gesso
or the dirty, dried brush line 
of ivory black...

there is hard beauty to be found 
in the motions of hand and paper--
the "line" versus "surface",
the language of tool and wrist...