Quote - T.S. Eliot's "Little Giddling"

We shall not cease from exploration

And the end of all our exploring

Will be to arrive where we started

And know the place for the first time

::T.S. Eliot, "Little Giddling"

Drawing 021 :: Summer Camp Landscapes

Where is your camp?

Many of my evening drawings start without an established trajectory or predetermined intent.  This one began from nine open dots spaced somewhat evenly, but misaligned across the field of the page.  I then worked through layers of loosely guided procedures to create relationships between the dots.  

Vectors spin off from the orbiting perimeter, fleeing the page or terminating into on another.  These collision produce angles and arcs, triggering further subdivision along the lines.  The arcs continue their trajectories beyond their initial boundaries defining a conflict between angular space and curved space throughout the field.  This provides a medium for further inhabitation of regions by texture and orientation.  More organic forms press on the primary mass from the less ordered exterior regions.

When I step back, the drawing feels like an aerial view of some patchwork plan.  The disjunction but interrelation reminds my of my summers at Camp Drake, sliding between ordered Boy Scout activities and the encompassing nature, broken by bridges, trails, and the occasional haunted cabin the the woods.

Forming Rivers

"Feeling its way slowly and blindly downward, until at last with more heat and moisture, as the sun gets higher, the most fluid portion, in its effort to obey the law to which the most inert also yields, separates from the latter and forms for itself a meandering channel or artery within that, in which is seen a little silvery stream glancing like lightning from one stage of pulpy leaves or branches to another, and ever and anon swallowed up in the sand. It is wonderful how rapidly yet perfectly the sand organizes itself as it flows, using the best material its mass affords to form the sharp edges of its channel. Such are the sources of rivers."

:: Henry David Thoreau, Walden

Came across this while cleaning and organizing some old notes.  Such a succulent description of the process of formation between water & sand to make flowing rivers.  It also goes well with the previous drawing.

I also want to say Happy Birthday to my father, 66 fruitful years in flow.