My current work on display at the Harmony Collective gallery is a dozen of older crayon and ink “indent and resist” drawings. I haven’t done any in a while, partly because they are physically demanding (a lot of pressing hard while drawing and coloring, followed by a lot of scraping). But I love the way the process completely obscures the end result. Whatever I think I’m aiming for, the revelation is always somewhat surprising.
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.
summer play
leaves in the water
me & my chorus of critics
big roots from my morning walk. Photo below.
Truthfully, I’ve been giving the daily drawings short shrift lately, as I near completion of a cat tree I’m making for my niece. But still. Rocks and roots and trees.
songspell for serenity in the maelstrom
eyespider 