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While working on this card, thoughts came of mathematics, and then the Symbolist artist Odilon Redon. The math thoughts began almost immediately as I drew some ovals and then made them into flat toruses. It occurred to me that I was inventing laws for them. Examples: the ovals must not touch each other, but they will follow some sort of hard-to-discern alignment. Round-sided triangles will intersect them and change the shade of their insides. The background will have a similar tone-change, seen through the insides of the ovals.

And then, as I ground my pencil into the index card to make the background very, very dark, I thought of Redon, who lovingly called some of his charcoal drawings mes noirs–My Blacks. He liked black. “Black is the most essential color,” he said.

And it came to me that one of his noirs had the title “The Eye, Like a Strange Balloon, Mounts Toward Infinity.” Looked at the card I’d near-finished and something went clickclickclick. Some of the math I learned as a first-semester calculus student, almost half a century ago, had to do with summations, and limits, and what happens when the value of the unknown labeled x approaches . . . infinity.

The summation symbol is the greek Sigma, which looks like this: Σ (lazy M? Broken E? Yet in the Greek alphabet, it represents the S sound. Go figure!). A loose interpretation of the way I Sigma-ized and finished this card is “This is the limit of ICAD 2021 card #11 as G Bowers June 2021 approaches Infinity.” Mathematically all wrong, but artistically acknowledging the influence of Odilon Redon (and also my Drawing & Composition teacher Darlene Goto, who urged us always to render “Darker darks!!”) and revealing a greater truth than the false mathematics: Everything, and all of us, in however minuscule a way, approach Infinity.

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I have a new electric eraser and here and elsewhere I am having fun with it. It is easier to draw with than then other erasers in my arsenal, though I haven’t reached sufficient proficiency to do all the things I want to do with it, even when I sharpen the end to a point. Time will take care of that.

As with many of my cards this year, here I’m using the back end of one of my little sketchbooks for dark-backgrounding of the card. I like including the holes the metal binding-wire went through. They remind me of old process-photography film, and of the sprockets that convey the sound in film movies. In both cases there is the sense of being a part of a continuum, most of which the viewer cannot see.

Another thing I want to share is that I’ve more and more gotten the sense that my finished pieces are too sketchy, and my sketches are too finished-piecey. But for most of my work the conveyed concept does the heavy lifting, no matter the sketchiness, so it’s all good. I’m also preparing for my future dementia: I may, and dreadfully soon (to me even thirty years is “soon”), not have very good or very many ideas. When I see that obviously happening, I intend to do remakes of my “greatest hits,” more finished and polished versions of my older work. I will be collaborating with my younger self. And I’ll be using state-of-the-art equipment to assist my effort. So I hope to be able to make a contribution to the visual arts right up to what my lifelong friend Tom Sing calls “stepping up to the turnstile.” Thinking about that helps quell my mild panic about my life’s endgame.

“If the shoe fits, wear it.” In real life, with my special feet, my shoes do not fit well on first wearing. I have a stubby, wide foot, and it sometimes takes the side of my foot months to assert itself against its confinement, and sculpt the shoe a bit. (New Balance size 8EEEE is the best fit I can get, and even it takes some breaking in.)

So the longer I wear a shoe, the more I am inclined to want to wear it. My shoes are odd self-portraits: easy-going slobs, tendency to pronate, struggling to fit in. 🙂

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I have been a devout admirer of Sophia Loren since my adolescence. Back then my devotion was more primal. As the decades passed I came to appreciate her playfulness, her joie de vivre, and her wisdom. “Sophia” means Wisdom–she was well named.

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