The Golden Gate Bridge was the first bridge I remember from my early childhood. For two years, traversing the ruby red structure for leisure and school became a daily ritual. I lived all over the world for rest of my childhood, but that one bridge and the feelings that it evoked persist in me today.
Bridges transport us from the habitual towards an adventure. Now, as a university student in Scotland, I feel the same rush as my train glides along the tracks of the Forth Bridge, leaving my home in Fife behind and approaching the boisterous streets of Edinburgh. It’s funny how one memory of a landmark can translate into any semblance of a moment in time. By stripping down the landscape to its most raw form, we can experience the symbiosis of human creation and nature’s beauty, translating it to a new environment dependent on the viewer. Every time I look at this monochrome drawing, my mind fills the spaces with colour, creating a temporary and unique piece, solely visible through my own eyes.
The Golden Gates
Black ink on paper
Black ink on paper is my preferred medium. I love how simplistic, yet so complex something can be while only using one tone and manipulating the negative space. I favour smaller microns, namely the .005mm, as I can achieve a level of intricacy that is virtually impossible to obtain with other sized pens or mediums.