When I was small, maybe 7 or 8 years old, I remember my dad trying to teach me how to draw a box in perspective. He drew one box on top of another box, attached some lines and then erased others. Now, the idea of lines creating a recession of space makes perfect sense to me, but my 8 year old self thought it was magical.
When I lived in Madrid, one Sunday morning, during the free hours, I went and saw the last day of a retrospective on the work of Pablo Palazuelo. Looking at the way he layered lines to create superimposed imaginary spaces made me feel like I was small again. Here were paintings that created a sense of vertigo with their contrasting colors and broken cubes.
For a long time Abstract Art had no pull for me, but now, the contemplation of space and imagination opens whole new areas of thought. How do we see space? How can we imagine space on a plane? Is there more to space than what we see? How are space and time related?
Today I meant to draw my drawing when I first woke up, and then thought, no I better do some work. So I did some dishes, some laundry, tried to rid myself of a migraine, and suddenly the time left to do my drawing had disappeared. I wished that I could erase those moments of hesitation from the morning and just do the drawing then, but now it is now and I can’t.
Hope you enjoy my Time Machine!