SkullSoft

You want to know about me? Stalker!
OK then:

My eye is in love with this world. My eye is in love with its own perception of life. It affirms and rejoices. It is alive.

Through my eye I relate to the world around me. The images on its retina are so poignant that I have to draw.
For where the eye in love perceives, the hand involuntarily follows the forms as if to encompass them. Here is the beginning of drawing.
To me then, drawing is a way of living towards life’s fullness. It is not just a technique and certainly not mere skill. It is a total response. When I see a thing, my first desire is not to possess what I see, or to eat it, to buy it, to name, to classify, or change it. My first desire is to draw it.

Political man, economic man, historical man, may well have contempt for this apparently senseless response to life. To me drawing, like singing or dancing, is an activity that temporarily delivers me from history. Maybe it transcends it.

Drawing, while born from awareness, leads to an even greater awareness which involves me totally, yet impartially, to all that passes before my eye: with mountains and human faces, city streets and humblest weeds, nude bodies, and pebbles on the seashore.

(I’d love to take credit for that elegant bit of prose…but its a Frederick Franck quote. Says everything I want to about myself on here quite nicely.)