Here are some drawings from the past week or so. Thanksgiving seems so far away and Christmas is looming. Time speeds too quickly and it's getting cold. And I feel myself entering a bit of a trough. Artists are susceptible to "writer's block" too.
I have so many drawings of this place. Who cares? Why make another one? Maybe I can just walk and store the moments in my soul somewhere. Why must they be in this tangible form?
One of my neighbors mentioned last week how it makes him feel good when he sees me walking home up the street with my drawing supplies in hand. My routine and discipline give him a pleasure and stability perhaps. At lunch today a friend joked that my instagram and facebook friends would be disappointed if I didn't post a drawing or two each day from the river. I guess there's some truth in the idea that we can make a stand in this life. And from that place we wave to the world --or whoever cares a little: "Hey, I'm okay. I'm checking things out and you can too!"
We carry on.
Happiness is my duty!
(Thanks to Michael Woodcock, colleague and friend for that outstanding idea. You still shine on).