I like to get my point so sharp it can draw blood. Rolling my lead holder around in its sharpener steadies my hand, gets my mind ready to take the deep dive. Needle precision at 1/2″ = 1′-0″ demands an additional pair of glasses on top of my progressives to focus on my corners intersecting.
Delivering the drafted line, graphite on bristol, is the closest I come to touching many things at one time. I suspend deciding. Barely leaving a residue, that line might center all the openings tomorrow. The dining room will look through the breezeway, wrap around a Is a counter or a pedestal sink?
Indeterminacy, preserving possibility, is my most challenging mind set. These early drawings are my attempts to imagine, touch, use, and rearrange, before anyone picks up a hammer.
