We can sometimes bury ourselves amongst a world of beautiful metaphors, stories, experiences...so much that nothing and no one can ever really get to the real being. Surrounded by life, but still untouchable. A beautiful mess, if you like.
I listened to "November 1, 1832" by Balmorhea a lot while drawing the tree. 159 times to be exact, on repeat until every root was drawn. Something about it is beautiful and painful. It makes you smile and cry. Which were the thoughts and feeling behind how this drawing developed.
14"x17"
Le Plume II and Sharpie
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