Why do I draw? I love to. I crave it. I love to apply a
pencil, a piece of conté, a pen to a piece of paper. I like to see ‘the dot
that went for a walk.’ I want to see what happens when I put a mark here, a
smudge there, a broad stroke, a narrow line. There’s no logical answer. Why do
you breathe? Why do you blink? It’s a part of you. That is what drawing is to
Why do I draw what I draw? I love the human form. I love
horses. Both make me feel strong and free when I draw them.
I draw the female form in all its curvaceous-ness and the
movement of the body through space and time. Work is representational, or
repetitive, or intuitive, or embellished. Is this an objectified form seen
through my eyes or am I objectifying myself through the form I put on paper?
I spend hours at a farm. A beautiful, messy, rolling hilled
organic place. Shit happens - literally.
I ride horses; I feed horses; I clean horses; I clean after
horses; I watch horses. I feed goats; I chase goats that have escaped. I fix
I don’t like dirt. What I mean is that I don’t like to weed
and garden. Let me shovel shit.
So I combine the things I love: the line, the form and the
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