Drawing.

For the past few months daily drawing with a black Bic pen in a notebook has been a means to explore what I think and feel. I have not been able to write much, except a few (20 since last spring) art reviews. Making one work for the Deluge Lost LP Cover show, which did not sell - can you guess which one is mine? (Any takers?!) has been my sole sculptural output since Edmonton. I would like to blame the weather, the lack of studio space - monetary concerns. However, there is nothing stopping me, should I want to use found materials and wrap them around a telephone pole, for example, or trench sand into forms or use myself as a sculpture, performing some ritualistic incantation, calling the muses to my rescue.These drawings are my collected dream of work yet to come, and with some internal reconstruction, this may yet happen.