Such is the nature of my creative process that after working intensely in a diagrammatic way the surface asks to be broken into and the containing lines made looser. What comes through is a truer (?) rendition of the feelings the protective function of controlled drawing shielded.
This place forces me to take breath, the previous facade can no longer be viable. This raw state is as it is. I feel shame. However these undulations they are sometimes the best way of sharing what it is to be alive to ourselves and others. Alive and not numbed, frozen, distracted or dead. The life force comes from the truth, if one can find it and if one can face it.
