I have been working sporadically in a thin sketch book – hoping it wouldn’t be so daunting to fill up the pages. I seem to have lost momentum this year, and have very little to show for myself for 2013. I can’t say specifically what the problem is, because I honestly don’t know. Whatever it is, I hope is works itself out soon and I will emerge with a more clear idea of what I want to say in my art. For now I jump all around and and envy everyone else for their ability to concentrate, to produce, and to know what they want! Watercolor, charcoal, graphite.
The summer Crow Wars seemed to have calmed down a little with the beginning of autumn. They fought like crazy all summer, often leaving small caches of feathers beneath my deck. The sparrows fought with them, the jays fought with them, and the crows fought with vocal curses at one another all through the sky- blue days of summer. Watercolor and graphite.
I don’t know what this is about – just some sadness that came over me one evening and stayed around until I sketched this out. Charcoal and watercolor.
The Fawn’s Child. Pastel, oil pastel, graphite. Sometime I try to imagine what it would be like to live outside all the time. To know the darkness as well as I know the circles of cast light in my house. To know time through the seasons of the earth. It seems so magical, so impossible with all our contrived conveniences and measured time. But still, I can imagine a great unknown forest with creatures defined by that space.