Imaginary spring walk

You are, in a way, what you draw. So I’m mindful of how subjects help or hinder my mood. After a winter of studying wispy, graphite trees, I started to feel my mood turn graphite-grey too. I needed to think about the spring. Fresh greens and bright yellows! Though we may be largely indoors, the … More Imaginary spring walk

The EMT who draws

Alone at night in a remote ambulance station, some miles from the city where my son and I sleep, my partner gets his drawing book from his kitbag. He waits for control to contact him, but the only sound is the station shutters banging in the wind. Any minute now his radio will go off, … More The EMT who draws

Drawing wintry woods

I used to find wintry trees bleak. I would count the weeks till spring’s first eruptions of green. Now I see how beautiful their bare structures are, reaching up to the sky like hands. Asking the sky for something, almost. Your pencil can have real freedom when throwing bare branches onto the paper – mimicking … More Drawing wintry woods