“It’s not what you do, it’s the place that you do it”…or so Bananarama might have said in the eighties.
I wrote a little in my last post about taking my lines for a walk (see what I did there…). It’s Friday. Forgive me.
Anyway…as I was saying. I’ve drawn at home this week and in the photography studio. Prior to beginning this month-long project, I tested the premise in the installation room at college.
As I draw each day my mind wanders. Not too far. I have to count the lines. Nevertheless each five or six minute blast of drawing allows a short mental meander.
My main pre-occupation is time. Why do we do the things we do? Why do we think some things are a waste of time? How are our online activities shaping our realtime activities?
As I draw, though, I’m starting to think of the where – drawing at college feels purposeful, drawing at home feels like a distraction, drawing in the photography studio feels like some kind of performance.
Drawing these lines as well as taking up time is also marking out a territory of time when I can think and I suppose I’m thinking about the who, what, why, where and when…
