There is a gathering space that grows ever larger between myself and those days. I like to rest a little longer with my concepts now. I'm enjoying letting them grow, re-potting them, and letting them grow some more. Their matted roots are becoming a foundation of sorts.
A simple quartz line against a contrasting background has a very basic, simple appeal. At its primordial root I suppose it is a gestural line. A precursor of more sophisticated drawings and representations of hunt scenes on a cave wall. On other levels it is a boundary, a division, a path, a route, a map with all extraneous detail erased until all that is left is a salient line.
I like this idea of a path, a journey, of traveling because even when stay still, inhabiting somewhere for sometime, the journey is still continuing on inside. The surrounding geography remains the same but the internal landscape shifts continually - we are not the same people we were yesterday.
Points of departure, points of confluence, points of bifurcation. Winding less travelled paths where a clear view of the route is obstructed by twists and turns.
And straight broad routes where everything is open, clear and revealed.
I often feel that in holding such a tiny piece of the earth's substance in my hands I am holding all and everything - all that there is to know about life, love and loss is wrapped up in crystal and element and rock.
It feels like there is a life's work in deciphering and unpacking the all the possible representations and projects latent within this concept. Which at the end of the day is just a line.
In conclusion - I have embarked on a new piece. It feels good. And they way I know it is good is because I'm annoyed that I have to stop and sleep rather than just continuing on and on!