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Most mornings I take the subway in to San Francisco. Its packed with people mostly staring down in to their pocket computers. Getting off in the financial district, commuters stream by anonymously. Everyone is on their way, somewhere.
These drawings start off as sketches made of the brick pattern in a public square on my lunch break. They are meditations on form, yes, created by unknown craftspeople. Deceptively simple, yet more complex once upon examination.
The process of drawing is a search for connection, in a place that seems so strictly functional, even cruel at times. In the square corner spot are the sick junkies panhandling for their first day's fix, as workers in stiff flannel suits with $20 lunches in their hands stride by quickly. Diseased pigeons hobble around between all the shiny leather clad feet, pecking for crumbs, as faceless sleek electric vehicle slide by noiselessly.
In my drawings, I let the patterns break down. They are not made by perfect machines, rather another failable human. As the lines and pattern bleed off the edge they replicate out in their imperfections, ad infinitum.
23 x 30 inches. Ink on paper. 2018.
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