Some days I struggle with what to draw. Well, every day. And then I'll be wondering why I get so serious about drawing... so today I'm toying with the idea of meaningless, even foolish, imagery. Maybe humor. The meaning must be found in the human activity of drawing. In repetition. In the ritual of it.Am I a step closer to integrating interior and exterior worlds on paper?
Looking back over drawings of the past few days, I seem to be all over the map. I try to practice patience, pretend I'm Agnes Martin.
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It seems to me a natural marriage of turtle/kin and religious icon ... a comfortable connection. I find peace in this space, thanks Janet.
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