Compression on Blogger just is not what it should be. So here are some other things I have been drawing lately, since all the drawing videos I post here lose their cohesion on blogger.
Just a little drawing/writing things I have playing around with. I find when I am having a hard time concentrating, my mind w(o)andering all over the place little things like this anchor me. Pull me back to drawing.
I have been thinking alot about the process of drawing lately. On how drawing is thinking manifested; how the marks left are the remains of thought and perceptions. The act of drawing reverberates the fleeting nature of thought, of memory and connections to the wider world, and the people we encounter.
I love paper, the touch, the delicacy of it. It has a memory unlike any other form. If you fold it, it will remember, if you spill something, it absorbs it. Any act upon its surface remains. It will not lie to you. It just is. And yet, paper is ephemeral. Too much sunlight it will turn on you, yellow an angry protest to its condition. Stored improperly, the edges will deteriorate at an astonishing rate. It is not permanent, does not pretend to be. To work on paper is to work on eventual nothingness.
I think my love of paper, it essence, the memory, the fragility and the eventual disintegration are also why I love net art pieces. They share the same soul.
When something is put on the web, a version always remains, the memory of it stays.It also absorbs, much like paper. Net art can absorb viruses, spills of code. The access to the work of net art, is fragile, it is dependant upon outside influences; power, web browser, site traffic. much like paper is dependant on its environment for survival. And the speed with which works rise and fall in popularity on the web, creates a eventual meaninglessness, a nothingness made up of ones and zeros.
The ones and zeros, alternating binary forms remind me of the alternating cross patterns of paper fiber. Still, there is nothing like holding something in your hand, especially when that thing is paper. I love the ephemeral nature of paper, although I hold it, I know eventually one day it will be dust. And for net art, although I access it, I don't really believe that a hundred years from now it will still be there. Perhaps my skepticism comes from my generation. We grew up as computers were beginning, but we remember a time before a time when the tactile world ruled.