Drawing things from my head is hard. Not working from life, especially in painting, I struggle to create space.
The freedom to put shapes down on paper. Completely flat so I settle on their composition, balance of color, then proceed with what they do. How they are inside, what’s on the outside. How it exists in space. It takes awhile.
I am trying to to change the way I put charcoal on paper through each series. To keep the refinement structural. But this does not always work. I know I’m approaching the final row. That I need to bring the idea to some sort of completion.
But I never seek completion. I start a new set. This is the story of my life.
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