Well, I stand up next to a mountain
And I chop it down with the edge of my hand
Well, I pick up all the pieces and make an island
Might even raise a little sand

Cause I’m a voodoo child
Lord knows I’m a voodoo child baby

~ Jimi Hendrix, Voodoo Child

Drawing uses lines to represent concrete things.  It is by it’s very nature an abstraction of reality: genuine voodoo magic if you ask me.  It’s not too different from the voodoo doll which is created to represent a person.  Think of the apparent power that is conveyed to this representative form.  By some deep magic, It has the power to curse and to inflict harm.

I have heard it said that one must believe in voodoo for it to have power over you.  Well, if that is the case then it is human beings who are imparting significance to these otherwise inanimate objects.

My drawing today is similarly abstract.  It has forms.  Many if you stare at it long enough.  I have discovered several new ones while writing this post, but the  point is that it is up to you, should you so choose, to see past the abstraction and see the forms which by some feat of true voodoo magic may be brought to life for you.  That my friends is the true power of voodoo.