Just to show, as I approached 50 in 2006 that I had lost none of my zaniness, herewith some drawings done out of my subconscious around that time.
I have a theory that many artists and poets are wired in such a way that their creative impulses are triggered by an absence of romantic love. If I recall correctly, I picked up a couple of packs of different coloured bits of card and went "tekere" at a time when my wife Robyn was on a school "outdoor education" trip to Cape Town. It also occurred when she took a trip to the UK to meet up with her brothers on a couple of occasions. So ja, while the cat's away, the artist must, by his very nature, play.
These images were never preplanned. I have a girlish hand which lends itself to gently flowing lines. So I just start at some point and allow the thing to develop.
Sadly, I notice this sort of card used is already starting to show blemishes of brown, which detract somewhat from the crisp linear work.
Just another sign along the way. I think Jackson Browne said that.
I'll let you be in my dream if I be in yours. Dylan (Bob, not Thomas) said that.
The mane oke.
Quite a feat.
Done at a stretch.
I'm keeping mum.
This foot came through the line. - Dylan
Not quite a leopard-skin pillbox hat.
Behind the veil.