Overhead power lines
I’ve always had an unmistakable inexplicable affection for the visuals, structure, and purpose of powerlines. They remind me of huge motherly robotic figures, feeding us, feeding us. I thought it would be fun to focus on the quiet benevolent giants in a sketch, and I thank you for indulging me. I hope this one’s connected to a wind turbine, just saying.
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There are several of the large towers like this on the way out to my Mom’s house. I’ve always loved looking at them.
@Debra, I walk to work sometimes, and the path I take lies beneath about 4 of these for half the trip. I can feel them breathing as I walk towards, then besides, then around them. 🙂
Again, you have caused me to reform my thinking. I have long had an antipathy for power lines, and their hard, graceless, erector-set stanchions. Your maternal nurturing vision of them will undoubtedly help me get over my ’60s hippies aversion to what I have long seen as a blight upon the skyscape.
Tim, it may be exactly that — my love for erector sets and legos — as a sculpture major, most of the non-figurative work I made seems to speak to these kinds of power line structures. I think also that I’ve always been a bit envious of people who were mechanically inclined: electricians, mechanics, carpenters, and utility workers. To think of someone climbing up on one of these and knowing what to do is somehow unfathomable to me. Thanks so much for the insight, and your comment!