Much art concerns experience. What we know. But at the same time we need to express what we feel about what we hear about, or see on our screens, the hyper-real. So although we may often be advised to “write about what we know about”, it is also important to write about what we don’t know about but by which we are moved. Calamity should not be deemed out of bounds because not directly experienced. The most terrifying novel of World War 1 was written by Walter Owen from a sanitorium – The Cross of Carl (Grey Suit Editions).
I have feelings that result from the horrific images, the suffering I see. It is the duty of my imagination to manifest my unease, my loathing of war. To free my imagination, I often rely on chance: drawing on old blotch-covered sheets or drawing with the eyes closed. I am only partially in control, I accept my inexperience. I can only try. Click on each image to expand.
War – a short video slideshow drawn with the eyes closed.
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