Lines/Lies

I continue to struggle with my relationship with lines. They are pretty little liars and I know this to be true, but I struggle with how beautiful a line can be, how much a part of drawing it can be. I don’t know where to put all my lines now they seem to drift towards obsolescence and I feel a sadness coming over me. It may be that I can come to a resolution about how lines speak a language of place for me in all that I have learnt about divisions of space and punctuation of stories. One of the large drawings I am making is a meditation on lines/lies and I am using the opportunity to consider the quandary and although drawing is not about hope or expectation I have invested both in the outcome, which might mean I never really find an honest one.