Following on from my last post, the images below show tracings I made of the same drawings made with my son, this time in pencil. There was no particular reason why I made them in pencil; it was something that seemed a good idea. Aesthetically, I’ve always liked pencilled lines and, as a result, I really liked these particular tracings.
As with the coloured versions, I stacked them in a pile and it was only then that I realised what these images reminded me of.
To me, they were like preserved locks of hair – keepsakes of people and times and as such they’ve become a perfect line of work to explore.