0304 Drawing Space

See this whitish sheet - now mellowing to a shade of precious ivory - gently revealing in the finest lines of silver-point two lovers whose whole air of innocence makes them angelic, as if their ardent gaze joined souls not bodies; though those bodies, beautiful, transparent, she all gauze, her dress moved by the lightest breath of air as if it would return her to the air; her breasts, to innocence itself; he, every muscle of proud chest under pleated jerkin joining his dancing legs to ardent eyes consumed in adoration for what he barely dares, her beauty and its innocence this silver-point might be from Botticelli, or a well-trained student in the master’s mind glancing over and across the studio at what the master, the magician, conjures out of space and out of mind; the then white vacant sheet undifferentiated space as if it were Creation waiting the command to be itself; there’s magic still to come, and space itself yet to be brought alive. See these lines; they are not bounding bodies, but the space itself; on one side of this line, the air alive with happening that’s invisible, the other side, her space we call her body; all her life enclosed in what the artist sees – awakening of love; see in the space between her outstretched hand and his, about to join with lightest touch in dance, - electricity - before mankind knew such a thing or named; and in this space, there’s love divine. and see the space between their eyes: why, in that space, their lives, the present, past, the future; their minds, their hearts, their souls hover all expressed and yet invisible; from emptiness the artist has found space; from space, from line, drawn as the first time, love.