
what, again?? Why, yes! and maybe even one more time after this! I might want to do some balancing and tweaking and decorating before I call it done enough.
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.