Contour - the edge of things - 2025 12 30
2025 12 29 - Graphite, acrylic ink wash on paper - 9" x 12" I concentrate on following the contour with my mechanical pencil loosely held in my fingers. I tell myself, "The edge of things, no matter what," over and over, as the line traces my dishevelled, messy, unkempt image. I am still in my pyjamas, wearing a wool shirt for warmth. My spiky grey hair bolts from my head in disarray, recently released from a wool toque. I hear Eddy, our young, large, rescue dog trying to break through the temporary fencing into the kitchen downstairs. Adele is in her crate beside me, upstairs at my art desk. She is barking to let me know Eddy is up to no good. Interruptions. I focus again on finding the edges. Is it the edge of a shape or the edge of a shadow? What is contour? What is shading? Is it the edge of a shape or the edge of local colour? What is contour? What is local colour? These unkempt hairs on my head curl gently and persistently in no particular order, no identi...