I’ve been working lately with paper that is crumpled, experimenting with the process of damaging and manipulating of the paper, and how that would determine how I responded to it as a surface for markmaking.
I have seen my walking practice as a line amongst other lines, seeking oneness in the weaving together of all our lines. But the only way to really make it real – for me – is to recognize that this surface is not pristine and pure. Our lives never operate on a blank canvas, or a clean piece of paper. My line, as all our lines, do not hover above the surface, but are embedded within.
To read more about this current work, view my blog entry here.
