I had a conversation yesterday, albeit in a social context, but it left me wondering. I had always seen drawing as an act of looking that, at its very best exists in a perilous, fleeting moment. A moment in which I could drop off the edge of everything, both terrifying and exciting.

Then the suggestion came that memory plays a part. It came from a very scientific perspective but nonetheless in my gut I felt it had a truth that now challenges my thinking about memory………………

So rather than do any more thinking I did some prints from drawings made at Mountains in the hope that the marks would reveal some learning or shed light  on this thorny set of thinking that now lurks around in the back of my mind.