This winter which has lasted 3 years has been so full of breakings and reckonings. And now a Spring is breaking through with still more fissures and voids, but chaotic vital shoots of memory and possibility are pushing through. Can you feel that too? Mostly I wrap up tight in the bindings of daily chores and routines but sometimes they come wailing through if I give them the chance.
I draw in a way blindly, no idea what the picture is. Then often look at the finished thing and know exactly what it was, although I didn’t know it at the time, and if I had, wouldn’t have been able to make this kind of image for it. Still not sure I can articulate it in words. But “deer fleeing into the woods, with all the barbed trees” will do for now.
More interested in tying knots than making pictures this day. Here’s what you get, fast fooling around with crayon washes and resists.
But also, here are tonight’s knots. In color. You might be surprised at how much time a little bit of wrapping like that can take. (I sort of wish I’d taken a “before” shot!)