Drawing can be - a mark, a scribble, a doodle, a trace, a pattern, a diagram, a map, a plan, an aide memoire, an illustration, representation, design, projection, metaphor, allegory, therapy, meditation, oracular, a magical intervention and ritual.
I rarely have any idea about what I’m going to draw before I pull out a sheet of paper and even when I do I’m happier when prompted to let go and follow the suggestions of the process. Inevitably I make choices but I don’t question why I make them but, rather, I try to let them develop naturally out of the flow of time and mind. The pieces that seem the most successful to me are those that I have the least obvious reason to claim authorship over.
This dynamic between choosing and being led and the balance between intuitive response and technique seem to mirror the processes of mind. Using technique and aesthetics (choice) in this way allows me to explore time and mind in search of that which seems meaningful.
I’ve always drawn. One of my earliest memories is of trying to make the marks I was making on a board represent something I’d seen. I draw because I can. In the same way someone with a voice sings: like a dancer dances and despite what I’ve said above, I don’t need a reason. I do it because I must, because I ought to, because I’m led to, because I can.