The Straight Line is Godless and Immoral
LIVE DRAWING ON WALL EVERY DAY
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In the same way trees are being shaped by their surroundings, we are shaped by our own experiences and surroundings. While I draw, I have some rules that I follow: I draw as close as I can to the line within without touching, I appreciate every bump, every irregularity that appears, and I focus on always going the opposite of fast.
I try to draw as even and “perfect” as I can, but since I’m not a machine, irregularities and “mistakes” are impossible to avoid. And these irregularities will be visible in the next line, and the next one. And I want them to be visible. These irregularities are giving the depth and beauty to the drawing. They make it look three dimensional, like textile, almost like a sculpture.
I compare this process of drawing with our lives.
Doing the same thing and following the same rules every day, I thought the drawing would look even. Since I am so close to the lines, I cannot see what is happening while I draw. After some days of drawing, I realize that I can tell days or periods apart. While I think I am doing the exact same thing as yesterday, my body has different rhythms, and the drawing appears slightly different. In that way I say that the line and the drawing is a result of my body’s behaviour during the time that I draw.
While drawing four hours per day, following the same rules, the artwork arises by itself. It is necessary that I am present and give my full focus to the line I am drawing. It is almost a meditation to let the marker slowly move in the same continues pace for hours. My body is an extension of the marker, and it becomes part of the artwork while I am performing.
The process is important in my artistic practice, and that is why this is a performance. I am not working towards a finished drawing or artwork. The action of drawing is the art. The process is the final piece, and the work is done as long as I am working on it.
When I am not working on it anymore, the process is over and the drawing will be erased. In this way the art piece also demands the audience to be present to be able to see and experience it.
Afterwards it only exists as a memory, an experience.
I spend a long time drawing, creating and repeating lines. I work as neat as I manage, and there is something liberating to erase something that becomes so precious to me. Because every drawing is unique, and different to every other drawing I have made. There is a value in erasing it, seeing that the knowledge and experiences we have are very important even if they cannot be seen.