I have never strayed from my childhood passion for pencil on paper. Perhaps that was the first magic act I ever witnessed, never to be forgotten, communication, how it is made of lines, lines for drawings, lines for words.
I get a thrill seeing random marks on cardboard, in construction sites, on notepads, signatures on digital displays. The tiniest mark holds energy. For the giver, for the receiver. Drawing, for me, is a form of meditation, of ecstasy, of perception. To draw something is to love something. Drawing might tell a stranger not just what I was looking at, but also how I felt about what I was seeing, and we might meet there, in that special place, the stranger and I, tomorrow or a hundred years from now.
ABOUT IPPY PATTERSON
Ippy Patterson is a visual artist who was born in New England and grew up in the Atacama Desert of Northern Chile where her father was a metallurgist for the Andes Copper Mining Company. She attend Rhode Island School of Design as an illustration major before transferring to Brown University to major in creative writing. She had her first short story published by New Directions at 21 and went on to receive several awards for book illustration and to illustrate the New York Times garden column. Her line work ranges from the smallest pen nib to wide sticks of charcoal, from figurative to imaginary abstract. Patterson’s work can be found in major public and and private collections, including the North Carolina Museum of Art.