My drawings are executed primarily in graphite, on gessoed paper mounted on cradled panels. Working on panels allows me to display the drawings without glass, foregrounding their material and physical properties. When I look at the world I see forms and histories in flux. I’m attracted to sites and surfaces that are visibly changing from one condition to another. The processes may be the result of natural processes, erosion and wear or they may be the result of human activities such as building and demolition. All present evidence of an ongoingness that I believe constitutes the deeper subject of my work.
THE JUDGMENT POEM (from Hexagram 62 of the I-Ching* “The Book of Changes”)
PREPONDERANCE OF THE SMALL. Success.
Small things may be done; great things should not be done.
The flying bird brings the message:
It is not well to strive upward,
It is well to remain below.
Great good fortune.
THE IMAGE POEM
Thunder on the mountain:
The image of PREPONDERANCE OF THE SMALL.
Thus in his conduct the superior man gives preponderance to reverence.
In bereavement, he gives preponderance to grief.
In his expenditures, he gives preponderance to thrift.
The master said: “Striving upward is rebellion, striving downward is devotion.” Modesty stemming from recognizing your limitations is a fine quality, but it can be seen as weakness if it is not accompanied by conscientiousness and dignity
“A window is a plane between two voids.
The past and future are expanding beyond the surface of the present.
Thus, a space for quietude to focus on the details of small things and wait modestly for the
guidance of Inspiration.”
“The cleverer I am at miniaturizing the world, the better I possess it.”
A shadow on the wall
boughs stirred by the noonday wind
that’s enough earth
and for the eye
enough celestial participation.
How much further do you want to go? Refuse
the bossy insistence
of new impressions—
Gottfried Benn “A Shadow on the Wall”
I emerge from the mind’s
cave into the worse darkness
outside, where things pass and
the Lord is in none of them…
I have heard the still, small voice
and it was that of the bacteria
demolishing my cosmos. I
have lingered too long on
this threshold, but where can I go?
R.S. Thomas “Threshold”
“If only, some say, we could do without any image. How so much better, purer, faster our access to God, to Nature, to Truth, to Science could be.” To which other voices (or sometimes the same) answer: “Alas (or fortunately), we cannot do without images, intermediaries, mediators of all shapes and forms, because this is the only way to access God, Nature, Truth and Science.”
“Reality is an activity of the most august imagination”