Jude's post at Feel Free. a photograph of a basket she'd forgotten on the fence, nested in the Summer's growth. I was filled with such a longing to draw it. was transported back to me and my loved friend Dora spending days drawing dried, paper thin iris…the joy of that and i wanted to draw these stems and vines and spent leaves in this photograph….
when i fed Goats this morning…at the gate, a mushroom that just yesterday had been an oval cone shape but in the passing of just hours transformed to a withering almost flower appearance…it all was so delicate…this transition so i thought…Draw this.
and how such devotion is required. slow. touch of the point of the pencil, one into the next, slow and breathe…touch again
have been asked a couple times…What will you do if you use up all the cloth?
Draw.
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