Tuesday Night Post # 46 by DBL

This is my working method.  For these drawings I have either started to destroy a resolution or started to solve a problem that is being created as I resolve.  A very much organic method, I fluctuate from solving to un-resolving the composition and symbolism.  Each pencil mark is left as an expression of a decision executed.  Sometimes erased to be re-experienced.  As I work I try to hold the belief that with each new stroke emerges a new drawing, forgetting any preconceptions.  There are times in which I remove myself from the drawing.  Allowing my mind to forget it and solve other ones in the set of problems I have developed.  These three are of a set I am working through.
As said before the method is of highs and lows.  Aesthetics and concepts, as I work through each, I struggle to unite the loose and emerging threads. 
Here are the puzzlers:

It’s hard to see each piece in some sort of disarray.   I can see some are unbalance in concept or design.   It’s also hard to remember certain stages I liked more that existed before the current version of the third one. 

Tuesday Night Post # 45 by DBL

Scattered Few,

"The closer I got to the reconstruction
 the farther she got"

The closer I got to the reconstruction
the farther she got
In a way I found what I was after
Not the truth but the way the truth makes us respond
But then the truth is the way we respond
Myself to the ground I followed the line
Every lovely curve
To every abrupt change
The lesson was in the way
I had to shift to fall into the groove
On time nestled
another split apart
Just as I was a child knowing not when to let up
Things broke and several pieces went a missing
Union came not at the moment
Union is not a definition
Union was the memory there after

Tuesday Night Post #44 by DBL

For there to be union first there must be two or more things to unite; a cast of characters to portray the waves of reckless bodies accidentally becoming newly formed moments of ingenuity.  Or reflect the unraveling creative darkness that is consumption.  Imploding stars.  Particle accelerators. scientific advance...these unions are the ones that flicker brighter after they end.

Here are a few photos of heads I am working on. 

Tuesday Night Post # 43 by DBL

 I’ve given it a bit of thought.  I have decided to tweak the Tuesday post. From now on I will see Tuesday as a checkpoint.  I will use Tuesday to present ongoing projects and document them.  I will also hope to present my concepts and intended goals.
The way I approach my work is very fluid and intuitive.  I find that sometimes the only way to comprehend something is to unravel with it.  It might be a bit unorthodox, but the result is in the action. 
If you wish to find meaning in my work I would say the definition is in its temporal whole.
There can be times when discussing meaning is unnecessary; times when even the artist can be wrong about their meaning. 
I periodically go back and write notes on my notes.  It helps to keep me focused and see the whole, backing away from the sometimes, sticky parts.  I have been putting it off, but I think its time to look back at the notebooks and sketch books.  Maybe present some pages on Tuesday. 
It’s been a busy two years with many obstacles and sidetracks, yet with some fruits to enjoy and many to nurture.
On this Tuesday I will post one of a few things I have in the works. 


Union is a series of drawings depicting various stages of union.
What do I mean by union.  This I hope to illustrate. 
Here is one drawing in its temporary stage:

Tuesday Night Post #21 by DBL


My Post.  A projection of a future performance with a sketch to solidify the idea.

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A cloud of texture distinguished by its sound

Floats above him, The Caller, calling to the crowd

A crowd of thoughts distinguished by its collective action

Surrounds like a veil around inaction

His body a vessel to manifest the paradox of the virtual self

To behold and ride on this network of friends

As he voyages through his forms which are many

Reflecting the thought of One with rows of fingers aplenty

Not a seer of truth but a master of social engineering

Implanting the time signature a rhythm subtle but fulfilling 

One in all they perform the cycle

Destroying through creating

What took many years to make and many lives to construct

A collective thought that has always existed

Masked by this collective inaction just mentioned

A perpetual machine of absurdity

Beautiful in its efficiency and its inefficiency

For to construct what already exist to a second rate

That adds for more thirst than it satiates

Is what we now call the post-human condition