I don’t know about you, but I need these drawings because they are the only engaging way for me to pull a lot of ill-formed or illusive perceptual associations into view. The content is slippery and shy so I have to pull it out quickly and push it into shape with the inky tip of a pen before it bounces off the page and dissappears.
Every day–in fact, numerous times everyday–I get excited to the point of distraction about some combination of associated ideas that, for better or worse, I’d have to call philosophic (I’m sure I was told not to start this way). These episodes occur in response to walking around, looking at things, and talking to people after having read a lot of modernist fiction and poetry (Tweed, andirons, secret passages: despite their shopworn metaphorical status, I'm thrilled by lamps, towers, and broken statues. I can't do a thing about it). I know these bookish things have the potential to be complicated, boring, and solipsistic. But here's the thing: I serriously want this material to be clear. I want the associations I make to be engaging to other people. And, I want to share. Those are the reasons I draw. If my work could be granted one wish, I’d like the measure of my words and the arrangements of my little pictures to make your head tingle the way mine does. I think you’d like it.