Going through my drawing stash I found
another pond. It was among a group of drawings that I started and didn’t finish. I’m taking it up again and here it is in medias res — not as much at the beginning, but not complete either.
Something about the loopy shapes of distant trees and foliage fascinates me. They are subjects I go after again and again. I want to have the sense of their shapes being very clear, very distinct, as though you could reach out to them and grasp them, which of course you cannot do in either a drawing or with distant trees — but it’s an imaginative gesture.
I also like the scribble as a way of indicating the randomness of nature. The scribble of thought and hand parallels Nature’s scribble of plants growing willy nilly here and there. Things are in front of other things, leaves of grass, fonds of plant, wave and meet your eye as an infinitude of layers. I like to think of the piling up of layers of pigment as a simulacrum of these things. Chemicals imitating molecules.