I have been drawing in my sleep, trying to erase any conscious involvement with the marks I put on paper. Initially this was to remove myself from the drawing – to become an automation that the spirit of my grandfather could use to contact me (as per our agreement before his death) if such a thing was within the realms of possibility. The time I spent waiting with a drawing device in hand became easier to extend over hours when I was unaware of the hours passing. The idea of tucking myself into my bed with a hand on the drawing device and sleeping through the creation of a drawing seemed a natural extension.
The more distanced I became from the drawings the more I liked them, the condensing of a whole nights sleep into simple crooked line and the not knowingness, the surprise and interest when I opened my eyes to see what I had made without knowing it.
I wanted to push myself further away from them. How can invisible forces make my marks for me?At first I placed them in a suitcase in the back of my car and they accompanied me on my daily activities, picking up the incidental motions and movements of my travels and errands.
But this was still tied to me, to where I was going, it has potential when I work out what to do with it but I still wanted more distance. Using the postal system means the drawing leaves my hands entirely and is created in transit by the motions of unknown hands. This way too I get the satisfaction of receiving parcels in the mail and that same feeling of wonder as I open the box to see what I have made without knowing it