~sk1nz

mates interpretation of art, i love it.

"I need to get away from my desk and stop attempting the same picture and keep drawing it shit the same way over and over, aint got the time to not do anything, but you cant force shit like this can you. That specific moment when things come out great is like a untamed beast, that you cant control. Its weird, its that thing that normal people have no understanding of, like when you draw a line, and then without thought that line determines where the next line will go, like one instinctual mark informing the next, and then the next, its the same with colour composition etc . Its like every image is a balancing act, holding all these marks and lines delicately in a balance, each individually on there own mean or represent nothing, but two lines next to each other ignite a spark between the two, a relationship forms between the two, they become alive, and there presence informs you where to put the next one, the next line is infact already there, just not physically, all we do is record it, follow the orders of the marks we previously recorded, the more I blabble the more it makes sense, thats why often the first mark on a piece of paper feels so distinct from the rest, its kind of like going blind, then once down, it leads you to the next, until you start to find a balance or harmony upon the page. Infact, i often disgard an image staight after the first line, one line (although can sometimes be rescued) is enough to tell you that the picture is shit, its the most important, its the first hook in to the page, upon which you can start to hang the rest off."

love the way my mate explains things