I started experimenting with color in my waking dreamscape/meditation drawings in 2010. These I usually do at home or somewhere I can fan out my truly massive marker/pen collection. "The Magician" is the largest and most detailed piece I've worked on to date. The rest are from earlier on - smaller & bolder. I'm also starting to do a few with paint and paper collaging techniques as well. We'll see how that progresses.
Below are a few words about some of the pieces.
"The Magician" - I worked on this, on and off between other projects, for several years. It's my first large scale attempt to marry my black and white and color meditative drawing styles together. The color drawing was done in one sitting, then the grayscale figures were layered on in another. The black outlining, detailing and shaping occurred over the intervening years.
For me, this piece is about recognizing the need for change but fearing it. There is the dark side of uncertainty, conflict and doubt ‑ from others and oneself. Yet there is excitement, magic and protection too. It reminded me of the Tarot. In Divination using the tarot, depending on the card's placement in relation to other cards, the message of The Magician is to tap into one's full potential rather than holding back, especially when there is a need to transform something. There are choices and directions to take. Guidance can arrive through one's own intuition or in the form of someone who brings about change or transformation.
"Quality Rage" - So many vibrant yet angry people in New York! I'm really sensitive to the energy of people around me. This is both wonderful and horrible when living in New York City. Anyway, I had about a week of running into people who seemed to have a lot going for them who were just...angry yet oddly resigned at the same time. It came out in this guy. Vibrant, pissed and resigned to nothing changing.
"Rain" - This was started when I was in North Carolina on a trip celebrating the wedding anniversary of two of my closest friends. It was the one rainy afternoon of the weeklong trip and we were scattered all over the house doing rainy day activities. I got out my pens and this abstracted, mournful, introspective face emerged. TIme elongated and contracted. There was so much love and friendship in that house but all I felt for awhile was imminent loss. The moment before. The feeling of something ending but you don't know what or why. TIme dissolving into the rain-washed windows and the view of sea and sky merging beyond it. Sharp edged and hazy at once.
I haven't been back since that trip.