Thursday, April 11, 2013

In so many words

When I was a boy on the farm,
I wrote in the dust with stick, finger, toe, palm.

Canvas 293

April 10, 2013

[click to enlarge]

Are these drawings a form of shorthand,
or are they a form of writing so long
that they almost, perhaps even purposely,
forget what they seek to reveal?

Or are they simply a record of inward travel,
to and from an outward shore?


temporal rooms said...

these drawings William, wherever-how ever they came about have given us a great deal of joy over the years. when you stopped doing them for a while i missed them very much as i looked forward to seeing them most days.

in some ways you still may be the boy on the farm writing in the dust.

thank you for your drawings, your writing, and yer fine self, as they say down here.


William Michaelian said...

Robert, here we are again, two kids trading souvenirs on the playground. One thing is sure: for a long time to come, I will draw on your kind reply.

Gerry Boyd said...

or just their own excuse for being?

William Michaelian said...

Or the result of their own pleasant, unreasonable demand?

vazambam (Vassilis Zambaras) said...

So long as you draw them, we shall not forget them.

William Michaelian said...

And so the epitaph might read:
Drawn but not forgotten.

Jonathan Chant said...

I reckon they are all of these things and I thank you for them, these precious marks that you have made.

William Michaelian said...

Jonathan, it occurs to me now, knowing that they will one day be effaced, that they are the result of more than memory, mood, and experience; what they are also depends on what I’ve denied or forgotten (a glorious tangle, part and parcel of memory), and what we might say has fallen off or given way to decay — and yet this too can be seen as an added layer. At the same time, they remain for me a form of note-taking more reliable in the long run than that of pen and paper, the results of which, by and large, mystify me later, the scribbles are so hard to decipher. That you can see the marks as precious, though, is a profound expression of friendship.

Jan(JFM) said...

William...Man has drawn images from the very beginning of his being. It matters not how or what he has drawn as long as he keeps leaving his mark we know that we still exist~


William Michaelian said...

In a word, perspective. Amazing it is, simply to have a turn and be aware of it. Thank you, Jan.