Haptics: The Novel
June – September, 2011
8.5 x 11” ink drawings attached to twenty six 9.5 x 12” panels on both sides of two 12” and four 36” accordion fold extensions; bound in handmade paper over board in clam shell box bound in silk over board.
Haptics: to touch, be touched, to grasp; the sensual apprehension of space…
These pages—chapters—are an homage to mark making, one in which body, hand, and pen—brush, chisel, fine, small, and medium—listen closely to take the pulse, inner and outer, noise upon noise, diversely.
Construed in the months of June, July, August, and September 2011, with clipboard in hand, listening spaces include a cold, fogbound San Francisco; the morning kitchen with Miles Davis, Paris 1948, ballads and blues, then back and forth with Glen Gould and Beethoven. Up to the local bar, Irish working class, with Marvin Gaye, Van Morrison, and The Supremes on the jukebox. Up the City high hill to the corner writing-and-drawing bench.
Up 10 thousand feet to the Sierra, Vogelsong peak, with robust snowmelt river, and creek; descending to does, bucks, and fawns at play among gray granite, tree, lake.