The Transcript

What follows is a transcript of the previous, handwritten post:

How do I see drawing?

What is its purpose for me?

A long time ago a drawing was something done on paper with a pencil. Its purpose was to record an observation or an imagination. Onlookers would be able to identify its lines – a house – a tree – a person – which particular person perhaps. It might also have been a plan or a design or a map. It might be the outline of something to be coloured in later with crayon or paint.These purposes remain, but now my drawings are extra to this. They are both more, and less.

My drawings grew from a different need. They grew from the need to dig deeper, to explore a feeling. These feelings gathered around an illness and radiated out to touch other elements of my life and to connect and hold them together. I had been stitching for decades, connecting things, people, ideas, with garments and words. Then I stopped. I ground to a halt slowly and gradually, morphing into something else.Because of an illness I needed to physically change the scale of my work top make it transportable and to make it easy to pick up for five minutes. It needed to be pared down… to a small sketch pad and a pen. The writing and drawing inhabited the same page. The writing sometimes strayed from the lines and the drawings sometimes peppered the lines of writing where there was a job to be done. I began to realise that the stitched works showing my thoughts, illustrating them for my audience. At this point I wanted more. The stitched pieces and the beginnings of poetry and songwriting needed to do more than illustrate, for me, and perhaps also for my audience. This was not a sudden thing. It was slow, insidious, careful and sneaky.

As the illness waned, the drawings expanded and started to leak out from the sketchbooks onto larger paper (in the studio). What started to emerge from my fingers were unrecognisable forms and lines. This was not a design to be coloured in. This was no map. These were not observations… although they held familiar textures and lines of an organic nature. Fifty years of observational drawing had shown itself and those tools and skills were being called upon.

What I found was this: the illustrative quality of previous work talked of touch, between people, often children. It had emotion and a poignancy but was often also sinister and macabre. Now I found that I was using my materials as a metaphor for these relationships. My pencils reacted to the paper. The colours reacted to each other, pigments merging and rejecting. I found the box of old ink pensant nibs and discovered the scratchy nature of these old men and women on rough watercolour paper gave me something new. A different touch was being felt as I stroked gently and scratched jarringly across the paper. I could enact these relationships instead of portraying and showing an illustration of them to other people. I drew as I breathed, as I sang, as I listened, as I ate and drank. I also drew as I wrote. Some of the words that entered my thoughts ended up on the paper. Sometimes these words were already in songs being sung. Sometimes they became songs afterwards. This all-absorbing expression of the people and the emotionI felt was being performed across the paper stretched out on the table in front of me.

I draw constantly, but not all of the drawings are satisfactory in terms of how they “work” for me. Most consist of repetitive lines, meditations, a sort of seeking and exploration. They might be a map, but I don’t know where to.

I can’t always tell where the line is between drawing, writing, song, and performance. At the moment I suppose I see a line/lines between them because they still have those separate words to describe them. But this (hand) writing also feels like a drawing of my current state of mind and I use the same pen to draw these words out across the pages. The writing has sound and rhythm and the words have meaning that others can understand, so they are also songs. The songs I write describe more than a drawing with paper and pencil. They flesh out the relationships I observe and participate in. A voice in song conveys emotion through all of those sounds, all those elements of melody, harmony, rhythm, lyrics, delivery – especially delivery! The line like the pencil or ink line, the sung line does not need to be perfect. In fact it conveys more when it is not. In the same way that as my drawing skills and thinking skills matured, I stopped wanting, or seeing the need for perfect representation. I now see that is not necessary for every single note to be in perfect tune. In performance it can be seen to convey with an immediacy that doesn’t require perfection but a truth of the held emotion.

What I require in the drawing, the writing, the sounds, songs, and the performance is that truth. My truth. I want what I make to be authentically me, mine.

It has now become important that the decisions I make concerning the songs and the singing of them, are mine. Unique… obviously influenced by what I have lived through, just as my drawings on paper reveal those 50 years (or more) of observation.

As I look into the future of my drawing of all types across all those media, I’d like to see them connect more. I’d also like the threads and traces (Tim Ingold, Lines) between them to be less distinct  (or do I mean more distinct? Closer connections, the disciplines less distinct?)

I’m unsure whether these distinctions and in distinctions will be visible/audible/legible to any onlooker/listener/reader… and I’m not sure I care that much.

Drawing Songs, as a distinct project is the beginning of that exploration and endeavour.

They are not a set of songs which accompany a set of drawings.

They are all drawings and they are all songs.

2 thoughts on “The Transcript

  1. stuart@glitterball says:

    Hej Elena!

    Hope that you are having a nice Saturday afternoon … perhaps you are moving house!

    I really enjoyed reading your blog – thank you! I’m going to see if it’s also on a-n and I’ll write something there in the hope that it might start start a dialogue (or even a multilogue – more than two people chatting … a panalogue??).

    I have another reason for writing! I wonder if you might be interested in an online show with Glitter Ball. As it look likely that I won’t be able to open for a good while yet I am taking inspiration (better late than never!) and have decided to curator a year of online shows. This of course enables me to invite artists beyond the usual geographic boundaries. Each artist is invited to present eight images and an accompanying text, plus of course a biography/cv. The Glitter Ball website will be redesigned so that each artist features prominently with both a slide show and larger images. There will be the option to submit a short text with each image (in addition to the usual technical/material information). The shows will last one calendar month, then moving to an easily accessible archive. The images and/or texts (possibly as ’teasers) will also be posted on Instagram – approximately two posts every week. Are you interested in being Ms March?

    As with all things Glitter Ball my intention is to present serious and important work in ways that are accessible and enjoyable.

    Let me know what you think, and if you are interested. (If March is not possible, what month would be good for you – the plan at the moment is to run March to June, and September to December.)

    Now to go see if my banana bread is baked! Wishing you and Mike a very pleasant Saturday evening! Kram Stuart

    Glitter Ball showroom & projects

    +46 (0)70 333 68 79

    Kyrkogatan 1a, 745 31 Enköping, Sweden

    > 15 jan. 2021 kl. 16:54 skrev Elena Thomas : > >


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