Friday, March 18, 2011
The ramifications of silence and meditation have been on my mind lately.
The global events of course play into this mindset. I am more conscious of worldly affairs only because of my adopted boy, Brendan. Those typical parental feelings of protection and security overwhelmed me without warning. They took me by surprise.
I am surprised they took me by surprise. I should have known the emotions would flood over — radically change my perspective.
In particular the crisis in Japan plays in my head. What began as a traumatic natural disaster spiraled into a human-generated chaos.
Ironically the sketch posted today unintentionally echoes a haiku I wrote earlier in the week. Just noticed this while posting the illustration a few moments ago.
Silence can weigh down
the tongue with a loss for words.
Spring shifts forward.
For some reason this sketch took me three days to complete—even though I formulated the idea during last week. Distractions of the baby and grading papers over the school break played heavy into the delay. Primarily, the image of the small blossom took the longest to form. I kept staring at the borders of the torn paper after they were inked onto the page. For two days nothing worked from the catalog of possibilities. Until a strong cup of stale, decaf coffee this morning. Odd how taste factors into the creation process.
Pens: Micron 005, BR, 03
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Saturday, February 26, 2011
After a long absence, found time to sketch last night. The baby was fed and we were in a surprising, unexpected lull of the evening. Usually I do not draw with someone else in the room—feel a pressure to perform a well-crafted piece in a moment's notice; the internal critic's voice echos in the head strongly at such times.
Time to concentrate and develop a new habit of drawing at least once a week.
Pens: Micron 005, BR, 03, 05