Maria arrives at a mysterious island after being stranded for days. She cautiously inches closer to this floating land to take a rest from her long journey.
I took time to make something with my hands and some gouache paint today. It is always a grounding experience to push color around with a tiny paintbrush. This image has been in my head for a while. I tend to wait to start a piece until I have figured out what the most effective medium is to tell the story, and I don’t always know where the story may end up. The way I see it though is that the most important part is just to start.
to breathe free
with an ice-cold shudder
from the depths of the gut
and out through the mouth and the nose.
This year I’ve been experiencing a more unplugged life than the past couple of years. So far the first things I’ve noticed is that time feels slower paced, more spacious, and solitary. It’s as though each day is a page being turned without hurry in a crowded room.
The other day I went to visit the ocean to recharge with the smell of sea salt and the steady hum of the waves. To my surprise several Horseshoe Crabs were mating by the shore. I recorded the moment in my sketchbook which is starting to become a visual journal.
I usually don’t use reference for my drawings or paintings. Over the years I have tried to work from memory. I’m now going back to basics and committing more time to life drawing to better understand my subjects and how their existence makes my existence possible.
The first drawing memory I have is of the mountains of Honduras I did in color pencil when I was about 5 or 6. I vividly remember the array of greens and yellows that decorated my paper. I loved the land beneath my feet, sprouting out of the ground like magic beans and I still feel most at home outside within the trees.