I now have a roll of Kozuke Ivory, a Japanese paper [thanks Stan and Lorraine] and have had the best time playing. I wonder why artists never seen to talk much about the sheer pleasure of making things, of putting ink on paper. Ink meets paper is a sight to behold. It's like "Hello Big Boy"; there is such attraction and energy between them. The paper buckles in pleasure and I am in love with the marks; some looked scratched or etched, some strong and deep. I find myself making lines, that's all I want to do, line after line after line; stacks of lines, flourishes of line, fat lines, skinny lines, galaxies of lines.
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It's a dance, isn't? A waltz...or a tango...between ink, brush and paper. And you, of course. What a tantalizing dance it is. You've got me wanting to give it a try. No, I'm happy to sit back and enjoy the show.
ReplyDeleteI think you're right Jennifer, It is a dance and I never know where it will lead but I;m having a fine time at the party!
DeleteI love those swirling lines ... and imagine you standing up to deliver them, they look so free and unfettered.
ReplyDeleteThanks Charlton, so happy that you see them as free and unfettered, that really pleases me, as I want them to be what they are….if that makes any sense!
Deletebeautiful beautiful lines...
ReplyDeleteThanks Fiona, really just parts of really BIG letters!
Deleteoh, now that makes me swoon!
DeleteThat made me giggle, thanks Fiona, but letters are just line shaped and formed, bent and cut….so to speak! hmmm, maybe I mean, so to write.
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