The work here is comprised of two things really, that were happening simultaneously.

One the one hand, I was sort of documenting and cataloguing objects — things around the studio, things from my memories. Just sort of figuring out how I would draw them in this way, in raw ink and washes of ink, with typically one badly ruined brush. Objects that seemed to sort of mean something or represent something but in a way that felt fairly open ended, in other ways provocative.

ON THE OTHER, I WAS DEVELOPING THIS SORT OF ALTER EGO CHARACTER. It had started on my iPad, as self-mockery really, but in time, the character ceased to be me. A little bit of Homer Simpson. A little bit of a prison bull. Sort of a man in all the worst ways I sometimes know I am. There’s again the exploration of what it takes to draw a face, a body. Which parts matter to me. Which marks can capture the feeling of those parts. Which marks I like looking and like making. A lot of that was repetition. Trying similar compositions again and again. Letting them be similar and different. Not trying to control it. Just mapping.

Alot of the work wound up in the bin, which is how it should be, but I couldn’t bring myself to consign all of it to the trash.