Monday, April 11, 2011
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Our father Adam sat under the tree and scratched with a stick in the mould;
And the first rude sketch that the world had seen was joy to his mighty heart,
Til the Devil whispered behind the leaves, “It’s pretty. But is it Art?”
Monday, March 7, 2011
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Sunday, February 27, 2011
left half of panel
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
This project combines my love of working with fibers and textiles with my inherent need to draw. The concept revolves around the idea that the Universe is multi-dimensional. Because of personal experiences, I have come to believe that events are not random and there are different planes that exist beyond the physical realm.
Integrating graphite and fiber, I am exploring line in both two-dimensional and three-dimensional form. Lights and darks are used to create a sense of movement and flow across the surface of the fabric ground. Value change also gives the illusion of depth, which refers to another dimension or plane. Finally, the cording provides an actual three-dimensional aspect to the piece. Negative space typically places an important roll in my drawings. In this case, it represents the unknown of all existence of which we are a part.
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Except for a quick trip to WTVL to buy more pencils, I spent all day Friday working. By the end of the day I was so frustrated with not getting the depth and intensity of line I wanted that I ripped the whole stabilizer off the back of it. Now it looks very wrinkled, but at least I'm not trying to draw on a thin layer of padding. My other problem is one that has been ongoing for me: I can't seem to keep my ground free from smudges. I've experimented with Spray 'n Wash and some bleach, and it appears I will be able to get a good part of it up.
Friday, January 28, 2011
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
The point of departure in my drawings is the circle. Its shape embodies a sense of safety and wholeness, providing me with a central source from which I can extend and explore the possibilities of the page. This body of work involves the integration of PrismaColor and graphite. I become engaged in an intimate and exclusive conversation with the surface of the page. Much like the Magic Eye stereograms of the 90’s, when my eyes become transfixed on the pick and grab of the paper fibers, another dimension begins to emerge. The nuances of form and the illusion of depth pull me into the paper and allow the fibers to guide and direct my hand. An organic richness emerges. Tubes, tissues, and vessels weave in and out, disappearing and reappearing.