There’s no story behind these other than a Sunday session with Marcus. The finished drawings don’t even resemble him in the fine details, but he’s right there. The idea that color play allows for a more visceral connection into the work is still being touched on. There seems to be some merit to the approach, I’m finding that a strict adherence to reflective naturalistic drawing has simply become boring and mundane. While these are not what I expect to find in a pile of finished drawings, I feel that, even as unsuccessful works, when I look at them they reengage me. They aren’t pretty or even good, but they do make me look.
Zygote Blum 