THE WRITER’S SKETCHES
The pocket notebook my kids bought for me has three inserts: a lined pad for writing, squares for finances, and plain paper for sketching. Rarely the artist with anything other than the lines which form letters, I idly sketched a story in a lost moment.
A line is a one-dimensional figure that’s made up of an infinite number of individual points placed side by side. In geometry all lines are assumed to be straight; if they bend they’re called a curve. A line continues infinitely in two directions, much like joined-up writing.
The first – and probably last – in an occasional series called Adventures in One Dimension, I transcribed my line drawings into neon tubes, non-venomous snakes (nope ropes) via The Gimp (a freeware alternative to Photoshop) in some further idle minutes.
A message in three frames, told by two lines with speaking parts. A human story told by snakes, at an individual and existential species level, this one’s called ‘Staying over’.
It’s just pausing stop-animation, where two lines can illustrate something better than most humans.
Delirium Tremens 