When dreaming while awake, how grand not to sleep

The first one was very murky and mysterious.  (I have to go back to that mystery pond sometime just for joy.)

Then came this one with plump fishes.

This one had graceful Olympic swimmers who leave ripples in their wake.

The fourth large koi drawing has determined divers at its center, especially one very cheeky little orange fishy.

And this most recent one has crazy wild swimmers in a pond that’s dark like an evening sky.

I just wish I had a bit more wall space.  You can be sure this pond would get really big.  I could give up sleeping when it’s possible to dream this much wide awake.


My fish need a bigger pond

Last week I began another koi drawing.  I do these drawings as same-size studies for paintings, as forms of exploration, as ends-in-themselves, and I do them because it’s fun.  But my little secret bunker studio is too small to accomodate my growing koi pond of imagination.  Two of the large drawings are in storage, one pinned on top of the other.  The third is hanging high on the wall so I can use it as a reference for a painting in progress, and the newest koi drawing occupies the only available wall space remaining.

One of these days I’m going to exhibit these guys together in one — very large — room.  And it will be a challenge getting them framed since drawings go under glass.  It’s going to be one big sheet of special glass to cover drawings that are 40ish or 50ish inches high and 60 inches wide.  And though the glass used to frame pictures is designed to cut down on glare, it’s probably impossible to have a sheet of glass that size that doesn’t reflect back some of the light to the spectator.  So the drawing in exhibit will never have quite the same punch as the drawings have when they are simply pinned to the wall.  The artist’s private delight.

I have wondered about whether crayon on paper was such a good choice given these difficulties.  But the beauty of the medium is just too wonderful to forego.  Moreover, these crayon drawings reproduce remarkably well, perhaps better than any other medium I’ve ever used.  And the fun quotient is inestimable.  I love to draw anyway, but scribbling with crayons evokes deep stored joys going back to childhood and even stretching back through archetypal evolution to the dim beginnings of human existence.  Through these drawings I tap my inner cave-person and do something like my own Lascaux cave painting act.

And I discovered that I like my inner cave-person.