Pulling at Threads
For the past few years I have been repeating the same process:
I sit down at my studio table with a piece of paper and a drawing implement.
I draw a ‘thread’ that begins to travel across the page.
I repeat the process over and over, as the threads overlap and undulate alongside each other. They often become entwined, sometimes spiralling around each other as if strands of DNA dancing like a double helix.
Each time I am doing this the 3 words that are swirling around my own mind are pulling at threads.
Often I do these drawings when I cannot think straight. It can be because I’m simply overwhelmed by the day - there are just. too. many. thoughts. swirling. around. in. there.
At other times it’s because the things that I’m trying to unpack in my work are so complex and huge, so impossible to make sense of that I feel like I’m tugging on this endless ball of wool that is storing so many generations of entangled stories, fables, legends and lies, that it’s hard to get to the truth.
One thing I notice is that the ‘threads’ are always broken. There are gaps for other thoughts to breakthrough, connect, continue on from, or simply disappear.
