Celtic keys and Fibonacci sequence - 2025 05 30

 

Highlighter pen, pen and ink, pencil crayon on paper - 81/2" x 10"

Last evening we sat at the dining room table, me and my friend, Louise. She was practicing drawing with brush and watercolour in shades of grey. I was playing with patterns and sequence in shades of blue, green and violet.

As we worked on our drawings we talked about our week, the latest developments, embarrassments, frustrations and victories. I shared new songs, playing imperfectly to convey melodies, lyrics and imagery floating up to the surface in response to life events.

My pattern making was also imperfect. There are errors of repetition and sequence. I couldn't remember exactly how the key design worked so I improvised my own based on what I remembered. I would make structural rules for myself and then, lost in conversation, forget what they were and break the rule. Noticing I had broken the rule and thus set a new rule, I would shrug and continue drawing, curious to see how the drawing was going to turn out. 

When I am drawing, I am sitting up close to the picture. I am immersed in my process and remembering what I set for my drawing challenge. It is only after we say, "Times up, put down your pens", that I step back and look at the picture with a wider perspective. It is this moment of comprehension, this moment of surprise, when I give myself some distance from the intensity of close work, that I see new possibilities or new understandings. 

My understanding of life and my place in it is comprised of moving between both points of view, the concentration and detail of close work, and the appreciation of the big picture and how things fit together that I couldn't see before.

This modest little drawing, seen from across the room, appears to be floating, to have a wrinkle in it's centre. Like a carpet, a carpet floating in space flexing in the middle. 

The drawing isn't finished, there are more layers to add. For me, the best drawings share insights with each layer added. From the beginning to the end, I am learning new ways of appreciating what it means to be alive, to be creative, and to make sense of the world.


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