Friday 6 December 2013

Dawn Drawings

For the last six or seven years I have made a drawing every morning (after first writing three pages of stream of consciousness). A few hundred of these formed the basis of an installation called Howl of the Mounting Kin at the Hart's Lane Gallery in New Cross.Visitors were invited to peel away at the drawings layered on the wall. These are clearly a playful exploration of the futility of my own quest for the perfect automatic drawing but at the same time they honour the need for dialogue between the two modes of being which seem to come closest upon waking. Think of Bagpuss and Professor Yaffle in conversation. The waking or "enlightened" state is useful, for sure, but relied on in isolation it nullifies the life force - by which I mean that the objective point of view necessitates stasis. 
When Bagpuss sleeps all his friends go to sleep too.