ZUSTANDSGESTEUERT

Drawing as a mechanism for thinking. Every object around seems to have a formative effect on me. The space dictates my hand, through the medium that I apply pigment to. Incessant composition until I forget myself. I'm just an executing element in a dictating space. An overall taking in occurs. A new language emerges. Everything begins to exist on the same scale. I become part of the room. I? There is no more I. Only the bare existence of the whole. The drawing slowly spreads out and appropriates body, space, and material. Out of nowhere.