A Southwest Moment

When I am drawing rocks, I become the rock. With my pencil, I imagine the zillions of small creatures whose calcified skeletons have made the rock, or the millennia of sand, rocks worn to particle size, compressed by the weight of prehistoric oceans, erupted from the seabed by vast tectonic shifts. I become the rain shaping the rock over the aeons, forming creodes that split and sculpt the rock. I become the wind, blowing its sandy grit against the stern hardness of the stone and by doing this I find I can discover the forces that underlie nature.

Print Information: 12" x 9" Ed. size 50 $145

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