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I do drawings in series, as project ideas, working a theme from the sub-narrative or unpredictable edges. I define a drawing that works as one that cannot be used to protect oneself from one's own sense of wit.
I think the social or political begins to live in a drawing through unexpected situations, allowing one to savor a small fragment of context. The acceptance of numbness from over stimulation by a contemporary issue is a facing of the page. It's a daily page made of rag and paralysis waiting for the stumbling of a wet brush. The act of trying to feel something that is at least alive in the hand. A drawing diary against the blunting flow of information too cleaned and trimmed to support the weight of its own absurdity.
The current series is about Artillery. The world of iron, the love of the cannon, the big gun. The way in which it has become rather like shopping for a new way to blow something up, with all the extra's and air conditioning, and even a shell can have a little brain hunting its target in flight.
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