Hands up who remembers Spirograph? I know I do. Many afternoons lost to the art of creating endless swirling patterns, often trying the to replicate the perfect scenes on lid of the box but rarely coming close. 2011 heralds an era where bigger is being shown as better, and when you see Eske Rex’s Drawing Machine it is difficult to disagree.
A kind of Spirograph on steroids if you will, with an ethereal beauty which is oddly soothing as the marker’s raw sound scrapes across the paper.
A limitless opportunity to create infinite patterns, overlaying different colours across a range of sizes. What I find so attractive about this work is the natural beauty of it, as far as I can tell it is something that a human cannot freely create. The bare and unfinished machinery working the pen to create sweeping curves and colourful geometry.