the silent twig
My drawings reflect experiences or thoughts inspired by my surroundings. Inspiration can be found while walking my dog, long drives through the countryside, or simply a period of time spent in a quiet place drawing. It is in the nature of drawing that, what at times can be seen as simple, becomes a passage to something of purity and beauty. A light breeze had been moving a little twig back and forth in the sand. The soft and delicate marks created by the repeated movement momentarily held me there with some sort of tenderness, a heightened awareness to the quietness of my surroundings. If my drawing could hold me in this way I would be happy.
At times drawing brings me to a place where one is curious as to what makes our often common and shared experiences unique to us as individuals. I have walked this path many times and by the foot prints in the sand I see others have too. Upon completing the first drawing that led to this group, I realized that after all this time I arrived at a place where at one point in our lives, this was a drawing that most likely we have all made; because of this I initially wanted to disregard the drawing. But upon further contemplation, I thought of the many times I hoped drawing would lead me to this place, a place with the possibility of a common, if not universal understanding.
