Original drawing and five playful kaleidoscopic digital manipulations: achieving a table cloth or wallpaper like, rigid discipline.
B pencil and red pencil on paper, A3.
I keep slipping into to the same approach to drawing. Small, leaf like forms accumulate on paper as I hurriedly put pencil to surface. A half-conscious, habitual way to fulfill an innate need to create something. Anything.
The subtly different forms emerge from the point of my B pencil as I observe the creeping shift from Autumn to Winter. From my window at a worn wooden desk, I gaze on steel grey skies and light rain, Leylandii swaying drowsily in neighbouring gardens. A mini-digger drones in the distance. Days go by, and red pencil shapes are added in kind, the whole resembles a map of roads and clustered cities, or intertwined strands of DNA, or cells cultured in a petri dish.
Later still, drawings are digitally manipulated with a kaleidoscopic filter, reaching a level of detail and intricacy that is difficult to achieve by human hand. The source is still evident, whimsical improvisational marks, the soft contours of daydreams.
John Macormac 