Temple of Euascomycetes

Temple of Euascomycetes

“Draw everything” were two words that seemed to come to me, unbidden, many years ago. I thought it was an absurd idea. How could I draw everything? Even if I spent every waking moment drawing, even if I never slept, I would never be able to draw everything. And yet… throughout my life I’ve felt drawn (I suppose that pun is intended) to so many kinds of drawing, to so many kinds of art, to so many ways of making marks and creating an image. I’ve wanted to learn from all those people who came before me, all those artists who drew. I wanted to know what they knew, understand what they understood, and then somehow make it my own. So I’ve used many sources, letting people I never knew train me. It is a time-honored tradition, when in art school. As a student artist there are assignments to sketch from the masters. I’ve learned from ancient masters and modern ones, from commercial artists and medical illustrators. I’ve looked at the world over and over again, searching for the lines, the marks, that would describe some vision inside me that I can’t fully know until it is there, in front of me, on a surface. Bit by bit, I’m drawing everything. So many lines left to make, so many pieces of paper still to explore, so many surfaces in need of drawings.

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