I used to say drawing is an extension of pre-verbal thought, a kind of visual representation of instinctual belly logic. Acero y hueso comiendo tierra. It’s also trying to follow a signal amid the noise of the worlds, except that signal might never take a pre-agreed-upon form from a particular entity. But trying to eavesdrop on the conversations with the material stuff of the worlds is a little like spitting at a windstorm, (which is its own kind of fun).   Real and cartoon gophers’ tilting whistles round rubber spaceships navigating moonlit fungi choruses.