Summer, 1998. After returning home from working north in camp, I really needed to draw. I remember doing this drawing 12 years ago, just like it was yesterday. In the back of my head I was preparing for a show at The Dawson Creek Art Gallery, www.dcartgallery.ca, with Bryan Haab, Trent Breitkreutz, and James Bishop. But, I needed to get this out of my system. Having just returned from university I still had a couple canvases stretched and ready waiting for for me. I remember studying a photo, making a couple marks, smearing one of them…then realizing what mark I had made…smeared it again. A couple more marks and I was done.
I continued to stare at the drawing throughout the week. Always glancing at it as I went to the bedroom. At this point my parents house wasn’t completed downstairs, so it sat against the open studs of a skeleton basement. After that 10 minutes…I never touched it again except to seal it.
December Hands on Crabapples.2 -
Summer, 1998. After returning home from working north in camp, I really needed to draw. I remember doing this drawing 12 years ago, just like it was yesterday. In the back of my head I was preparing for a show at The Dawson Creek Art Gallery, www.dcartgallery.ca, with Bryan Haab, Trent Breitkreutz, and James Bishop. But, I needed to get this out of my system. Having just returned from university I still had a couple canvases stretched and ready waiting for for me. I remember studying a photo, making a couple marks, smearing one of them…then realizing what mark I had made…smeared it again. A couple more marks and I was done.
I continued to stare at the drawing throughout the week. Always glancing at it as I went to the bedroom. At this point my parents house wasn’t completed downstairs, so it sat against the open studs of a skeleton basement. After that 10 minutes…I never touched it again except to seal it.