Killer Whale

Jacques Derrida wrote in Memoirs of the Blind ,

'It is as if seeing were forbidden in order to draw, as if one drew only on the condition of not seeing, as if drawing were a declaration of love destined for or suited to the invisibility of the other...'

I am almost certainly quoting Derrida wildly out of context but in my thinking about abstract drawing this resonates in a space where otherwise words cannot find a place. The great space of personal memory.

This afternoon the beaching of a Killer Whale on the beach at Shingle Street, its large carcass inert and powerless on the outgoing tide. The sucking shingle,voices in unison.

Such memories the stuff of drawings.

Photo Robert Taylor
Constructed Drawing.