Back in the studio — finally. It was a most excellent day of drawing on Sunday. I lit the incense, put on my ipod, and drew almost nonstop for five hours.
Stepping back into the groove with a limited vocabulary, ink drawings and iconic marks, made it easy to lose track of everything else but the memories of the ocean. I could taste the salt and feel the breeze blowing off the water. My mind was empty and the drawings came.
I was able to complete four drawings. Here's one.
They come from a time when the tide is shifting. It felt as though I had been waiting for that shift — when the wind is still.