"Keep It Between the Lines" is based off a photo I took a few years back at the only gas station in Tigerville, SC. This drawing allowed me to focus on patterns as well as the hard edges of perspective and softer, more atmospheric components of the landscape and early morning light. Sometimes its nice to strip away all the excessive layering and line work to play with basic shapes in a composition. Below are a few more detailed shots of the drawing.
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My "Pikeville, Kentucky" drawing (pictured below) won a Technical Drawing Award in "The New South" exhibition at Kai Lin Art in Atlanta last week. The show will be up through the end of May, so if you happen to be in the area stop by. There is a very diverse set of artists included in the exhibition and a lot of beautiful works on paper.
I was invited to be a part of an Alumni printmaking exhibition for Converse College this spring, since I haven't done printmaking since undergrad, I decided to play around with some new things. The first of which was drawing inspiration from a recent trip to the lower part of the state where agriculture is still king industry wise. Old house and barns coexhist effortlessly with shiny silos and brand spakin' new farm equipment. This juxtaposition of the old and new is one of the things that make the South such a unique place. The layers of a place are visible here and history never dies here. We always remember the good and the bad, which is the way it should be. Driving through this part of the state reminded me of that and inspired this triptych. Next week I'll post some more in progress shots, so be sure to check back!
Working on a series based on highway construction photos I took while Pikeville, Kentucky a few years back. I've always wanted to do a series on the highways that cut through the Appalachian Mountains in West Virginia, Kentucky and Pennsylvania. The sheer rock faces and deep cuts were a staple of the long road trips we often took from South Carolina up to Pennsylvania. There was always something awe-inspiring about them to me as a child, some sort of sublime power in the way they were created by brute force with blasting and excavation, almost like they are a surreal reminder of the ways man can push and craft the land.