It starts with the blank page, inviting me to think, to see, to write, to sketch, to think. What mark will I make first.
I start with the outside and work my way in in. My goal is to sit and see. To find the words, to harness the words, if they come.
I work my way inside the window panes that frame the branches in the distance.
Finally, I reach for the watercolors to paint the quickly changing sky.
I sit and draw the window. It’s the not the window that has caught my eye, but the colors in the sky as the sun sets on these cold winter evenings. I start with the window to frame what I see. I am drawn next to the leafless trees that seem to hold up the sky. I let my pen make wispy lines and watch trees appear in my window. The colors in the sky are changing before my eyes. I quickly grab the watercolors and slowly begin to paint the sky I see in this moment.