Recent drawings and doodling

Playing with textures, reticulation, applying a kind of systematic drawing process to random or unsystematic organic forms.

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Abstractions, distractions

Yes, I am still here. These are some drawings and prints I have made recently, in between work and other things.

Drawing – mathematico-organic
another drawing – coccoon, cellular
‘Sinuate’ – a drypoint print from perspex
another drypoint hanging up to dry – ‘Deciduant’
Tracery – Drawing with layered tracing

A morning walk

We (me and the dog) were on our usual slow morning walk up the lane, stopping a lot so that she can read the news on the wet grass. As I crested the hill and looked down the other side, there was a flash of white wings in the sun. Dipping and tilting, they came towards us up the gentle slope of the road, between green hedges. Closer and I could see it was a barn owl, being harassed, or herded, by a magpie. It veered, then disappeared over a gate into the field.
I ran to see if it was still visible, but it had gone. I walked on, for a field’s length or so and then turned back. And there it came again – alone this time – gliding above the road towards me. I crouched in the shade of the hedge, hoping it wouldn’t notice a human, and it kept coming, silently, till a few yards away, it lifted up again and dropped into a different field. I stood and walked on as quietly as I could.
And once more it appeared, from further up the lane, coming towards me, pursued this time by a gang of jackdaws. They all passed over my head, the noiseless owl and the high-pitched shouting jackdaws, following the lane down to the dip at the bottom and out of sight.
I hope the owl has found somewhere more peaceful to roost for the day.
I’ve no owl pictures of my own of course, but here’s a link.

And here’s some pics from yesterday of a different walk and a different lane:

Finally getting the point

I am currently reading Naomi Klein’s No is not enough, and, thanks to her brilliant exposition, I’ve finally understood why some apparently intelligent, powerful people persist, at least in public, in denying what we/they are doing to the planet and carry on acting in ways that exacerbate the crisis. I now realise that it isn’t that they are too blinkered or isolated to see what is happening or that they believe their wealth will protect them from the unfortunate (but unavoidable because the neoliberal show must go on) effects of disrupting ecosystems and society. It’s that they welcome the coming crises because they are set to profit from them. Wars and catastrophes are just business opportunities if you are in the right line of work. And social disruption just frees up the 1% from the irritating hindrances of democracy, regulation and all that.

I’m hoping the last part of the book will give me more reason for optimism.

Here’s a snippet.

A lament of privilege

The world is out of kilter.

Where now the compliant maids who,
gently and with grace,
tended our many needs,
wisely, and knowing what they owed
their fathers and their lords,
in gratitude for that paternal protection
from greedy hands and mouths that would
their virtue or their happiness remove?
Where now the dutiful wives
and daughters,
obedient, demure and kind?

They are gone.

And in their place are witches, harridans,
who refuse and demand,
and speak a constant tale of ‘no’, or
‘we will stand alone’, ‘we need you not’,
‘we are your equals, not your servants.’
Ingrates all!

The world is out of kilter.

Where now the honest labourers,
who worked our fields and nurtured our rich estates,
who knew their place
and gladly served our wiser will,
who ploughed and sowed and reaped the lands
our fathers gained,
discovered and enclosed by them,
and duly passed from son to son,
improved and cleared, to yield
such bounty?

They are gone.

And in their place, sullen and slavish,
loiter the scroungers
and delinquent youths,
who think themselves owed
some treasure of past generations.
They do not see the justice of our righteous claim
to grow our hard-held wealth
untaxed, unconstrained,
a fair inheritance of our fathers’ gracious state.
Villains all!

The world is out of kilter.

Where now the vast and brimming garden of the Earth,
endlessly opening its virgin vistas to our industry?
Where now the wide dominions
laid out for our conquering,
the wild beasts apt for our domestication,
the oceans, forests, steppes,
pristine and ever generous?
Where the boundless empires we claimed and plundered?

They are gone.

And the infinite world is turned tight upon itself,
a small, hard kernel, an involuted globe,
where evermore we walk old paths again
and trace our own innumerable footprints on the sullied ground –
the bleaching seas and treeless wastes
a common tragedy.

The world is out of kilter.

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Earth Hour 2018

Yesterday evening some of us turned off the lights to mark Earth Hour. To briefly, symbolically, pay attention to the harm we are doing every day by the way we live on the planet. A feeble gesture no doubt. Can a drip, drip of small individual acts eventually add up to a system change? Probably not. But system change is what is needed and sooner than eventually…

Drawn during Earth Hour by candlelight.