Pushing a line into a wave (2014)
On a morning walk down Voortrekker road I passed an open truck delivering packaging material. Discarded on the street was the off-cut of their single side corrugated cardboard - in a roll about a meter in diameter - I was allowed to take it with me. Back at the studio I would use it to make the longest drawing my studio would allow. With a inked brush taped to bamboo I walked the length of the studio marking the cardboard line. After a few back and forths, I abandoned the exercise. The drawing stayed there, like that, for about 8 months. It just stayed there. caught between my own laziness and its not bothering me. (I remember an old friend of mine lived with a half-drunk coke bottle next to his bed for probably ten years. (It had turned into an ornament.) I observed over that time how visitors to the studio would make sure they did not step on the artwork. For me it was scrap.To the visitor, it was a drawing. I would begin to also avoid stepping on the line, and this dance of avoidance , over time, became so normal that the line effectively disappeared from view.