I sometimes wonder what place my semi-dispassionate nature and the circumstances of my life have in the creation of my art. I had been lucky enough to have been born into a stable family with loads of support and, outside of the average run-of-the mill crisis, I haven’t spent a lot of time in an emotionally perilous state. No such stridently awful moments in adolescence that would see me trying to purge my demons as an adult, and so my psychological state has been in balance. How does this play out in my art-making? I do know that there is a lot of subconscious murk buried deep inside, I just don’t spend enough time consciously examining it; I make paintings instead. I’m thinking about this because I’ve known so my artists in my life who have struggled with psychological or emotional pain – real, imagined and self-inflicted, and I ask myself how this informs the art. Does it make that art more emotionally and intellectually valid than mine?
Oh christ, I apologize if this commentary is coming off a bit adolescent. Hey, I’m 10.
Oooookay… anyhoo, posted here are some drawings from the subway and one drawing I pulled out of my a– eh, my subconscious.

Subway, 3/01/10-A, pen and ink and benzyl

Subway, 3/02/10-A, pen and ink and benzl

Subway, 3/02/10-B, pen and ink, benzyl ink

Subconscious Image of a Figure, pencil, india ink, benzyl ink