Thursday, 12 August 2010
American sketchbook: Panic maps
Every morning at about six-thirty in St Rafael, with a black coffee, without a care in the world (apart from trying to access my new bank account and try and figure why my PayPal password was suddenly no good) I'd wander into Annie and Archie's yard and light up a holiday roll-up and start sketching.
I'm not sure if this is worth sharing, but I did a few of these weirdly obsessive-looking doodles. They're similar to some attempts I made years ago to come up with some paintings that I never finished. I think these drawings were made in a state of mild trepidation at the thought of getting a car out of the Hertz garage in San Francisco and driving it to The Grand Canyon. I really don't like American road signs; there's just a little too much potentially lethal ambiguity, and I think my subconscious, as revealed by these doodles, was coming up with a Highway To Hell panic map that I could enjoy later.