Thursday, June 4, 2009

you can tell which way the wind blows




on this western edge near sea ranch


past and present







Isaac is always here even if his body is gone 
(in a favorite pose prior to departure). 
Willy (taking a break) is my steady studio mate,
distracted only by an occasional unlucky mole.


June in Philo






My sweet cottage is gradually being equipped for drawing but its context, the undulating folds of Anderson Valley, lures one from the task at hand. Or maybe it's the fierce loyalty of my friend, procrastination, or that piece of plywood I need to span the borrowed saw horses. Long expanses of horizontal fuel visual flow, production. Then there are the windows. Bring on the deadlines.