Shape (August)

Everything is recognised by its body, we follow the movements. Leaning over a pier we love to watch fish through water, their glide and trail. Not that we lean over pier railings in August. August shapes are indoors, the cat materialising at a chair leg, or curled in the lap. The multiplicity of dog shapes doggedly pass the gate, their humans too predictably human in tow, all arms and legs and scarves. HB graphite draws the body shapes, prime in our mind’s eye: outline, roundness, fullness. Scissors cut-out card into aviaries of familiar shapes. But how do we invest uniqueness?