I’ve always been fascinated by the relationship between the avantgarde art of the the turn of the century and the line that dominates street art from the seventies on…. Here is thoughts on graph and caligraphy and deKooning, etc. I was drawing nudes (from memory of course and sadly… volunteers?) and had a sort of satori that the line could be known by the collison of anatomical drawing with architectural drawing… in other words the circle meeting the square in a sort of orgasm of broken tangents and curves…
I mean to say: typography is sexy.
This is a monoprint from the Poveda drawing seen yesterday.
Snow Falling
I skip barefoot through puddles
dog shit before my cozy shack