Off the Grid?

The park is shut down. I’m not supposed to be here. I’m not supposed to have internet access. Most of the trails are off limits. Yet, here I am hiking and drawing in relative peace and quiet. And, I can only do this outside at the Great Smoky Mountains Association offices which are about a half mile from the apartment.  It feels wonderful to be working again. Please pray that the situation takes care of itself so that I can do some real hiking.

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Graphite on Paper, 17" x 11", 2011

Trying this bit again. Thank you for your patience.

 

On Control

When I arrived on the sixth floor, I carried with me preconceived notions about my practice which were set in stone.  On a lark, I also took Mom’s printmaking supplies and half a ream of somewhat foxed Arches Cover. It was there, after all. I might find a use for it. When I found myself actually making prints, I couldn’t help noticing that the processes crossed over. Drawing and etching seemed to be right up my alley. And, when I felt Mom right there along with me, it clinched the deal. I was ready to try anything, make mistakes and learn something new.

This is a photo that I took of a very, very, very old Honey Locust Tree on Dan’s Farm in those first halting days. I was struck by the light and texture of the image. The tree was like a huge umbrella that enveloped me in shade, while the dappled sun faeries scampered about. I hope I caught the Devil when I translated it to graphite.

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