Driving early to school in the pre-dawn, listening to Youtube on my phone, I was taken by Hart Crane’s poetry reading, particularly the juxtaposition of the words “wrinkled shadows.” As soon as I got to school, finding plenty of time before the first class began, I took up my pencils and worked on another quick tree sketch, thinking about those shadows with their wrinkled bark. And as I worked in silence, I thought of T. S. Eliot’s refrain concerning the shadow in “The Hollow Men.”
I’m finding a fascinating world in these tree renderings, and am starting to find amusement in their reproduction, like wild mushrooms (I have now eight 5 x 7″ drawings of trees in 8 x 10″ white mats and shrinkwrapped, priced between $25 and $40). I am finding great pleasure in drawing them and cannot help but wonder where this is going to take me next.
Thanks for reading.
I make art in order to understand.
I journal when I feel alone.
I blog to remind myself I am not alone.