Remembering the lines carved out on a wave when surfing. Again thinking about the materiality of line - how it moves and what it feels like. The two pieces of paper (taped together) are what I've been using to protect the tables I've been drawing on. They are covered in thoughts I have had while drawing over the past few weeks - analogous to the thoughts processed in the "lines" I used to draw in the ocean.
A sculpture made from fallen branches and wool.
The act of converting three-dimensional lines made by trees in space and over time into flat marks sometimes feels like a better way to process my thoughts than hours of meditation of endless journaling might. This is my attempt to reverse that process - what might the lines I draw in a quiet moment feel like projected through space and time?
