Drawing Takes Time. A Line Has Time

On The 31st Of October 2011 Year, I Had A Mini-stroke. I Couldn't Finish My Sentences. So I Went To The Doctor. It Was A Tiny One. The Speech Came Back In A Month Or So. I Did Notice I Could Draw Even Better, I Felt. I Was Concentrating More. And I Wasn't Talking Much, But I Was Drawing. I Said, "well, I Don't Have To Talk Much."

Oh, I Like Smoking, I Do. I Smoke For My Health, My Mental Health. Tobacco Gives You Little Pauses, A Rest From Life. I Don't Suppose Anyone Smoking A Pipe Would Have Road Rage, Would They?

Until I Saw My Drawings Replayed On The Ipad, I'd Never Seen Myself Draw. Someone Watching Me Would Be Concentrating On The Exact Moment, But I'd Always Be Thinking A Little Bit Ahead. That's Especially So In A Drawing Where You Are Limiting Yourself, A Line Drawing For Example. When You Are Doing Them You Are Very Tense, Because You Have To Reduce Everything To Such Simple Terms.

I Made A Photograph Of A Garden In Kyoto, The Zen Garden, Which Is A Rectangle. But A Photograph Taken From Any One Point Will Not Show, Well It Shows A Rectangle, But Not With Ninety Degree Angles.

The Video Camera Dominates Art. It's A Bore, It Makes Everything Look A Bit The Same. If You Look At Things With A Pencil And Paper In Your Hand, You Are Going To See Far More.