Mythologies, 2025

Drawings in Prismacolor pencils, Lumacolor, and pastel on archival UART sanded paper. 

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I often begin with an image I don't understand. This time I returned to an older series. I photographed the drawings, cut them apart, moved the pieces around, put them back together, then drew over them again. Something old became unfamiliar. Or perhaps it was still the same thing, only I could no longer see it in the same way.
A body falling. A wing. Someone turning away. Something suspended between falling and flying.
I draw it, then begin trying to work out what it is. This is usually when things go wrong.
The hand seems to know something before I do, although I don't entirely trust that either. I make a mark, change it, cut it, draw over it. Sometimes I lose the thing I was trying to find. Sometimes I think I never had it in the first place.
I keep returning to the same images. Perhaps because I haven't understood them. Or perhaps understanding them would be the end of it. There is always a moment when I want to make the drawing clearer. I know this moment now. I also know that clarity is not necessarily what I am looking for.So I leave some things unresolved. Not deliberately, always.