approximately 8 1/2" x 6 1/4"; ink on paper.
This is the twelfth piece in my 70-part David's Book (AKA The Blue Book) project.
This is one of those pieces that absolutely validates my use of the term sketch. There's a lot here that I was playing around with that I hope to revisit in the future. It exists now as a road marker, a pretty clear one at that. I have the idea of where I wanted to go, unfortunately I wasn't able to get there with this effort... close, but not quite.
Obviously I was experimenting with symmetry. I had this idea of the underworld existing much like our own. I thought I would mirror the anatomy of a tree to flesh the thought out. I fantasized of a world where people choked instead of breathed; dirt instead of air. Instead of getting lost in the rhythmic sway of branches in the breeze there is a place where people get lost in the stillness of roots encased in earth. Dirt for air and roots for branches, a world turned on its head... where people no longer mistake substance for emptiness.
I also wanted to develop this idea of the seed as source. I'd been thinking of trees as vessels. I'd envisioned a world within each trunk where the seed took the place of the Sun. I wonder what it is that sparks life and where it goes. Even tracking the ghost of that spark I felt was a meaningful endeavor. What becomes of the seed? Of it's casing? Where does it end up? How does it morph? What remains? I kept envisioning lines... strata, a smear of the original line. The written word or the drawn line taken and smeared... stretched and structuring something new, creating a new word, a new line, a new thought and so a new world.
Anyway, I'm about to get lost in thought... which means I'm precariously dancing about a pool of incoherence. Some things are better left unsaid... and if they're attempted to be spoken, or written, they should be done so lucidly. I'm about to lose my mind. ;)
Fair thee well my fellow acorns. :)
DS333, breathing and choking.
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