Sunday, November 23, 2008
A book in my pocket to capture my thoughts.
Sometimes an idea.
Sometimes I just free flow daydream in my journal.
Over coffee at my office in the afternoon.
Using different colored pens.
When I hike or I’m backpacking in the wilderness.
I like to cut out pages.
I like to paste in images.
I take pictures of my day.
They help illustrate what I find curious.
I cut shapes out that represent things in the landscape.
Shapes of snowfields or glaciers.
Things that might disappear in the future.
A favorite lake along the trail.
Sometimes I’m aggravated when a friend asks me a dumb obvious question.
Sometimes my dumb question makes the obvious more so.
This leads to more pages of writing.
More trips to the office.
More cups of coffee.
Sometimes I just try to forget its name.
See it for the first time again.
Use a different pen today.
Draw a new fly I tied today before I go fishing.
Just in case I loose it.
Or it works.
Cut out more pages to make the pictures fit.
Paste and tape.
Getting lost in the craft.
Use the topographic map.
I like lakes but rather fish streams.
The shapes of lakes are beautiful to draw.
And great to swim in.
Streams never rest, they always are on the move.
Even when were not there to witness it.
Oops, back to work.
Friday, November 7, 2008
Recently I have been drawing many of my flies for fishing lately. I like how they transform from a tiny little “lure” to a large object in a still life.
Most I draw are ones I’ve made and some I buy because of their sculptural value.
My friend Kevin tied some pretty cool nymph flies made of the fibers of pheasant tail with a large bead made of magnesium on the hook suspended where the bugs thorax would be.
Using the scraps of euro plywood, I then sand the drawing surface and cut them to size the wood is like drawing paper but really thick and adds its own natural ground to the drawn image.
I need to make about ten more of the drawing to get enough ready for the annual Post-Post card show at the gallery space in san Francisco called The Lab.
I really enjoy getting lost in the structure of the Flies, there like tiny sculptures to begin with. The process of drawing them reminds me of Robert Irwin’s book title “Seeing Is Forgetting The Name Of The Thing One Sees’.”