“Drawn in charcoal on paper, the narratives have no beginning or end, just the great expanse of present in which the characters, silent and static, are suspended”
I just love, love, love these drawings…so ephemeral and compelling. I feel like I could look at them for a long time and keep uncovering layers of marks that lead…somewhere? The erasure marks remind me of William Kentridge…how there are some hard lines left but also just fog and mist. Some of these are part of a series he did as his father’s dementia progressed. He wrote that he became increasingly aware of the importance of memory…the erasures seem to represent the loss. Please take your time with these. They are so worth it.