Drawing 14 assumes new form
by Steven McCabe
After I broke (shattered!) my ankle I began drawing for long periods in bed.
I used a Sharpie marker on lined paper and numbered the drawings.
Sometimes I titled the drawings and indicated how I might use them, a linocut or a painting.
Drawing 14 broke free of its mooring and reappeared after traveling through several rooms.
I recreated Drawing 14 using digital tools.
1 + 4 = 5. Some people say 5 is a dynamic number of change. An indicator of flux, of positive movement,
& some things never reappear & you realize there might be something else, down in the roots, you need to want more.
And you experience both mystery and loss
while wearing wings and antlers.
Wherever those came from.
wild antlers explore the forest, with wings to carry them to greater heights.
Thank you maskednative. The idea of exploration before liftoff fits in with a period of study or internal realization. Some sort of change before flight. Or so it seems. Which fits I must say. With what I know of circumstances dictating reality.
I’ve turned into a stone and I am waiting for you. (Jam ba gur e po te pres)- a line from an Albanian poet (H.Mustafa).
A great line. Thank you Majlinda. I must investigate this poet.
I’m sorry to learn about your ankle but very interested in how you spent your convalescence and what it has produced. Lovely to see the evolution of the concept.
Thank you mrsdaffodil. You may be interested in knowing the concept’s evolution is ongoing – ‘formatting’ the sketches within parameters. Been working on this for a couple of years. The challenge is how to work swiftly and all the questions that involves.
Love the mix of imagery, numerology, and myth here, Steve. Also the message of creativity in illness/
affliction. The rise to antlers and wings.
Thank you Elana. I appreciate the layers of content in your comment. It seems the physical setback was a (not dire) circumstance with potential for (as you say) rising.
Excellence in action.
they came from the spirit of the coastal and inland rocks, scratched deep through generations and passed to you on pine scented winds…magic is alive and you are wearing it well…
Thank you John. You have extended the life of the poetic idea with a British Columbian flavour! :- )
Steve, your work always translates me into dream… and then into poems. You are an inspiraction! I mean inspiration but action works too:)