
brave the day
ALT: ink and water-soluble crayon. a cartoon sun looks rather nervously over the horizon of a sort of patchwork world, with pieces of water, rock-strewn ground, and odd abstract purple and orange landscape. courage, my friends.

rain holes
ALT: water-soluble crayon. five small circles outlined in blue that fades to sky color and texture, float on a background of small rectangular brushstrokes of yellow and green with a few drippy orange accents. there are green diagonal hatches, like rain or grasses over and between. I just wanted to see patterns.

fastangle
ALT: water-soluble crayon and pencil, abstract, basically a bunch of squiggly lines in green, orange and purple. they resemble string or something organic.
And also, part of why my drawings of late have been so fast and loose is that I’ve given in to my frequent wintertime passion for tying knots. Here’s a bit of what I’ve been doing at my table, instead of drawing or painting.

ALT: five stars made with pipe-cleaners, and woven and sewn yarn. a variety of color and stitch patterns. Two are 5-pointed, the rest with six points. I call them “darn stars” as they use various techniques for mending holes in clothing.

late night diary entry, after a long full day
ALT: ink and water-soluble crayon, abstract, calligraphic. a streak of blue swoops downward from top left to bottom right. conversationally descriptive black ink lines loosely define a horizon and hint at people and events. a couple spirals of red acknowledge happy connections and valentines. the entire drawing is loose and open, bordered with edges of yellow.

I am here – holding space
ALT: ink and water-soluble crayon, sort of calligraphic abstract. there’s a blue rock on blue ground, with the work “here” written on it. Standing over it to the right is a figure in green and yellow robe and hat, reaching across to the inky tangle that occupies the left side of the page.

meditation bug
ALT: water-soluble crayon and ink. somewhat resembles an insect with wings outspread but legs crossed, either sitting on the ground or hovering above it. i really had nothing more in mind than the determination to fill the page in a short time. and whose soul is not full of locusts at this moment in time?