LOST LOVES
“Identity is a graveyard of lost loves and former identifications. ”
Recently, I've dug up some old sectional drawings which eke out the bodily blur. I always find that sections are especially revealing of such identifications - they let us see through things, beyond the physical constraints, and to understand the thinness of time. The bruised pages conjure the act of production - my hands remember working over and over the paper. The physicality of the craft, the sense of self while enacting the drawing. It's inescapable.
These drawings are graveyards of old loves, in more ways than one.
