Living in a remote rural area, I often work out of doors after midnight and before dawn to be still and introspective. Observing the silent ignition of stars, the relentless activity of moths, the flow of ink on texture of paper, and the taste of night air, drawing is a meditation, bobbing like a cork between consciousness and greater consciousness.
I have always thought of art, and drawing in particular, as a process by which to participate in the discursive and recursive nature of the universe, and use that activity to acknowledge a parallel response to the perpetual call.
I seek in my work to blend aspects of drawing and painting, surface and image, individual and universal, fleeting and eternal.
My drawings remind me to pay closer attention to the process of my own becoming.
William Pittman Andrews
January 2009