Echos

An echo in the fabric. A blanket my mom gave me when I was young that I left in a hotel room in Lincoln Nebraska as we drove across America. A part of me stayed there ever since.

Eventually, I saw a cactus and the way shadows fall in the desert, which really isn’t all that different except for the context. Red rocks sculpted like rising bread dough, flatness, the distant horizon, mountains and sand. And then we went back home.

I became older and wanted to explore the unknown. My mom gave me fresh figs to eat on the train. I traveled for three days, saw those red rocks along the way, went camping and saw them again, knowingly felt things that remained obscure. I lived another life for a while that became my own and then went back home.

It took five days to arrive at a new destination. Traveling over the threshold between worlds, we stayed the first night in a hotel room in Lincoln Nebraska, where I felt an echo and knew my blanket had been there before.

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My fifth drawing in a series where I explore the space on either side of a meridian as I balance my intention to draw each line with my reaction to the previous. Unintended themes emerge as part of the process Drawn within a 4” x 4” space on approximately 9" x 9" paper using Platinum Carbon Black ink, scanned and adjusted in Procreate