Soaked strings, streams of ink thick and thin. Clumps and pools, and vast deserts of empty space. The marks are an attempt at harmony and yet with a furious dissonance. Quick energetic marks play with the subtitles of each pigments application. The crumbling, gritty and dried-out quality of the white pigment spoke directly to my feelings of being burnt out and exhausted, and yet the iridescent green ink was a shimmering spark of beauty that enriched even the darkest solid blacks soaked into the pale yellow paper. There is a quick energy to the marks; a freshness to the stains that create the various shapes across the page. The stains create an illusionary sense of atmosphere – a deeper layer beneath the surface.
Drawings from the series “Soaked Strings”