Images Ron’s Eye bronze back

it’s about 1 am - I’m listening across a coffee table to my friend and colleague, Ron Bayes, the first person I knew who spoke poetry as everyday speech.

Through a door of self-awareness, I realized I’d been listening by concentrating on the center of his head not through his eyes - that I had entered his thoughts otherwise...on the stream of his voice / I picked up a pen and scrap of paper to sketch pretty much this.

I then understood how to present a narrative, or rather potential narrative, yet obscure your recognition of that content by coaxing first your sensory encounter with the material and shapes.  

I first and finally knew my visual vocabulary.

At the time I was fascinated by the sleight of mind employed within Chinese landscape painting where the artists, by their skill in drawing empty space, making depth and richness where there was no ink.