big red. 2024
I’d drawn every room in the house; I’d drawn every nook and crannie. I’d recorded all the ways our decor had changed over the year and all of the plants in their various stages. I could have kept recording endlessly, as every day brought a new mess and a new arrangement of our home, but I craved something different.
I craved new sorts of images and new subjects. A writer hired me to illustrate her book of poems, and my friend and I began formatting the tarot deck we had created for publication. Suddenly, drawing took on a more utilitarian practice rather than that of a scribe. It became about sketching out ideas.
In the summertime, my husband and I traveled to Europe. The end of this sketchbook once again returns to capturing the world around me as I suddenly had new spaces, new sites and new impressions to record.
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