When I step back to consider my own
work, I find myself following lines trying to connect them; I contemplate the
simplicity and continuity of one line, how it can twist and flow to mimic the
fluidity and naturalness of a figure; a gesture; a movement. I see the journey
of one line contorting into blocks and shapes, the shapes themselves and the
contrasting spaces created by this line; how lightening contrast projects an
image off the page, an image created by one loose line.
Silhouettes of
figures (a mix of static and in motion) are my prime interest. No one has the
same silhouette but layered together no one shape stands out, an overwhelming
mass is then created. I observe crowds; flattening them into layers. For some
reason the layering and rows excite me, the transition from 3d to 2d, the fact
that the layering on a 2d surface implies a mass; the space can become busy yet
transient simultaneously – the 3d of reality and 2d of observational drawing
and photography begin to speak to each other.












