This is not the surge or even something new. I am having trouble with that.
There has to be something more than just putting lines on paper. There has to be a little meaning for me.
When I used to carve stone, the little cracks and grooves suggested where to go. One line organized the next and another flowed from the other. I found harmony in the yield of the rock while satisfying myself. Somehow, we found a relationship and lived in peace.
Can it be done with line? I come close to allowing my hands to orchestrate the shape, yet I can’t hold or smell the outcome.
I miss the rugged artwork I used to create.
… is one of my favorite songs from the 80s. XTC really had something, and loved the odd juxtapositions of lyrics and verse. Sense Working Overtime really captured my eclectic mood today. Plus, I got down, dirty and sketched with abandon (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=07Fp-omNXCw).
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