Like the cowboys of old, on horseback, heading westwards, the journey, metaphorically on paper, can be just as arduous. Not fraught with danger - ambush, rattlesnakes and outlaws, but mentally tedious. Drifting across the blank, desert-like page, scratching out forms. The horizon is wide open, you can gallop aimlessly, at full speed, or you can start to structure areas. Vertical forms, interlinked to horizontal boxes. A maze of cross-border trails, leading everywhere and also nowhere. Looking ahead is a relentless sun that has sucessfully bleached every object in sight.
The drawing above is called "Equus". A bleached horse who has sucessfully emerged from the maze.
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