Drawing: Stayed

Stayed . 2019

graphite & chalk pastel

A quiet little drawing for a quiet, cold morning. I’m put in mind of a favorite poem, the last stanza of Roethke’s Lost Son.

It was beginning winter,
An in-between time,
The landscape still partly brown:
The bones of weeds kept swinging in the wind,
Above the blue snow.

It was beginning winter,
The light moved slowly over the frozen field,
Over the dry seed-crowns,
The beautiful surviving bones
Swinging in the wind. 

Light traveled over the wide field;
The weeds stopped swinging.
The mind moved, not alone,
Through the clear air, in the silence. 

Was it light?
Was it light within?
Was it light within light?
Stillness becoming alive,
Yet still? 
A lively understandable spirit
Once entertained you.
It will come again.
Be still.

— from Theodore Roethke’s Lost Son

Collage: Ophan

Ophan . 2019

found papers, wax

“Ophan” was first seen in this sketchbook post, and is now complete.

As the work developed, I found I wanted to break the frame and give a feeling of fractured perspective and motion.