A Drawing a Day: Lines = Lives

I have been contemplating the idea of how a family can grow together and live under one roof, yet never really have a life together.

Just a series of parallel lives that come from one source but branch off in different directions. Sometimes it seems that personal goals, dreams and aspirations can be so off tangent from the family unit.

I tried translating this idea into an artwork. It was so broad and expanse in my mind, rooted in 28 years of memories. It seemed impossible to communicate such a depth of experiences into one artwork. The only possible alternative was to break it down into the most elementary and obvious representations. Lines = lives, the path, threads of destiny. A linear, straightforward portrayal. Yet it hardly does justice to the completeness of the idea nor any logical explanation for the placement of these elements. It breaks down entire lives, so vast and complex, into random, simple abstractions. It almost feels like an attempt to make everything seem less important, even to the point of being meaningless. But at the same time, it seems to be the only way I can grasp it, or at least try to, without getting lost in the complexities of relationship dynamics, history and time.

This is all that makes sense for now.