Tuesday, 23 February 2010
Every so often, when making work, one experiences the thrill that I wrote of previously. When I look upon some of the drawings I have made, I experience a rush of pleasure, and disbelief. Every so often, a piece will go well, and the finished drawing will have a sense of rightness, as though it could not have been made in any other way. The drawings that possess this quality are rare. I wish that making art was as simple and elemental as breathing. But breathing has to be learnt.