Today I took time out from my musings on the Black Sun, and I drove up to the mountains to draw some trees:
I’ll write about why trees loom tall in my imagination another time.
Because you're always already entangled in a mesh.
Today I took time out from my musings on the Black Sun, and I drove up to the mountains to draw some trees:
I’ll write about why trees loom tall in my imagination another time.
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These dendritic images, especially in the context of “undergrids” as you describe the term, offer a strange perspective. It’s a looking-up-and-into of tangled, interwoven, deeply connected networks as opposed to the straight-into images to which I’m accustomed. I’m also a lover of 1) trees; and 2) your prodigious talent as a visual artist. Looking forward to reading about what the experience of drawing these trees meant to you and your body of work.
Thank you, my friend.
I keep reopening this page. Those trees draw me in.
They drew me in too.