White Shore 1

Pencil on paper, 8" x 11"
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We had a great time with our kids in Portland, and Brenda managed to get her shopping fix-- something desperately needed from time-to-time when you live in the boonies. Our daughter lives on a very low-traffic street, so we set off our legal fireworks in the center of it, while getting a great show from all the illegal ones rocketing into the air all over the neighborhood.

I'll be in Missouri this coming week, doing some restoration work on one of my exterior murals. There were some problems in the construction of the wall that allowed moisture to get behind the paint layer in some places, so I'll be doing spot repair and putting a UV coating on it. Not exactly fun, but it will be nice to re-connect with folks I haven't seen for several years.

I've done a series of drawings that Brenda will be posting for me while I'm gone. There is something so gratifying about the basic and simple act of drawing. Doing this series reminded me how much I am still in love with the magic of illusionism--how with a few lines and smudges of graphite, an object suddenly seems to lift itself out of the white of the paper.

The rest of the page--in this case, the unmarked spaces around the shell--becomes important too. Somehow the drawn image "charges" the emptiness with a feeling of almost physical presence. After all these years, I still am amazed at how an untouched white inside the drawn image seems different than the untouched white outside it. I guess it points up the power of the mind to imagine, and to suspend disbelief.