Form

A new year arrives and with it- more questions, fewer answers.

I was reading Richard Rodriguez' essay "the God of the Desert" in Harper's, while I was away. In it he says,

"There are people in every age who come early or late to a sense of the futility of the world. ,.....the approach of eternity is implacable."

A conversation with a colleague about the nature of form and its resulting influence on reality yields new material for thought- even curiosity is a form of desire- even the impulse to know what lies beyond the boundaries is full of value judgement- the calculation of hope being the least of it.

A sense of humor is the most reliable weapon in defense against despair.

Losing the Line

Slumping in the studio- I get a new idea- I can't articulate it, but I see it from the corner of my eye- more on this later, perhaps. Sometimes drawing is an act of letting go- of little things like a tumbling line that dawdles down and simply disappears. Or big things- like the surely to be misunderstood shapes and forms that all too clearly stand in for the regrets- big ones and little ones, but then, this is the admission price for experience...