This is a photo of most of my drawings from the past two
months separated into piles. They are mainly divided up by the times that they
were made though that sort of naturally makes them fall into categories of
subject matter and variations of style. It doesn't look like a great deal of
work to me though when I filter through the drawings closely I am reminded of
so many thoughts that have crossed my mind in the last two months and things
that I have done.
I feel like I have been all these different people in that
time, collecting up different stories and experiences. The drawings all
contribute to one story though and I am the main character. I don't put myself
in my drawings as a way to stroke my own ego but as an acknowledgement of the
fact that I can only ever know the people and stories that directly affect me
or circle around my life. My drawings are rarely imagined scenarios; they are
usually records of particular events or thoughts or perhaps a musing on a real
happening. I want to track and record my story in great detail so as to build
up a rich source of information which will perhaps relate to other people's
experiences. I suppose travelling alone and having close access to the
landscape has been an easy way for me to look closely at myself and my own
life. I think it is good to be alone but you can't operate in a completely
insular environment; it is important to be able to relate to other people and
try and understand how they feel and live. I think a better understanding of
myself, which is something I build up through drawing and writing, helps me
relate to others.
Art vs. life. Hm...
No comments:
Post a Comment