In this drawing I wanted to capture the moment when your foot comes down on the fir cones and sticks, to encapsulate the noise of the crunch and the smell of the woods, in the dappled light. I am interested in the repeating sculptural patterns of the fir cones as they work across the picture plane.
The title comes from T.S. Eliot’s Four Quartets, which speaks of being in the moment, however there is a paradox in this drawing as the way in which I executed the drawing was very laborious and so I had many hours of dream time thinking of the past, present and future. Four Quartets discusses the patterns of life that man is destined to endlessly repeat. The drawing further echoes T.S. Eliot’s poem as the depiction of the rotting fir cones symbolizes the death, life, and rejuvenation of each generation as the seed from the cone is germinated.
