Junk for Gems
Friday, June 30th, 2006Yesterday I went to see the incredible David Hockney portrait retrospective at LACMA. A master draftsman. He says his portraits have ” to be directed through my heart to my eye to my hand.” One of the most curious parts of the exhibition were the cases of open sketchbooks. A computer screen displayed the hidden pages of all the sketch books. Most of the quick drawings, paintings were not very good. I hesitate to call them junk. Even a master does many, many unhoned mediocre works. I saw a parallel to my writing. All those notebooks of unfinished words. Out of that sometimes grows a treasure, a fully formed finished work.
