I have begun exploring a new strand of though developped as a tangent from investigations into light and revelation. I started to think more inensly about the power of light to reveal, and its concerse : darkness. As a result, a new seed of ideas has begun to emerge around ideas of nightime: a private time, the absence of light, shadows, the uncertainty of darkeness. The inability to make sense of or grasp fleeting impressions has been foregrounded here. Like these impressions, the drawing change as the ink dries, never fixed, the desired effects slipping away ( captured only in reproduction) fading to a feint blur, like a disappointing awakening from sleep.
