Rocks that bind us.

I began this drawing the other day.  I wanted to do a design based on stacked skipping rocks.  The  elongated ones with beautifully rounded edges.  I have a collection of them somewhere.  As I began to layout my design I started to think of all the rocks in the Universe and how we are all bound together.  We are all dense masses of worn creation that temporarily exist in time.  We are part of a larger aestheticism of design and yet each unique, following the ebbs and tides of unique journeys.  So there we have it.  Rocks that bind.

It may sound crazy but that is indeed what this crazy brain thinks of when I’m working.  It’s almost always a conceptual sonnet more than a drawing.  A drawing to me is a shoe, a flower.  A visual sonnet is a self contained visual poetry.  That is what I like to do.  I also do drawings and other related exercises, but these are my sonnets and I try to do them daily, or at least weekly. Especially now that I am out of work.  Never a better time to get back to what I enjoy the most.

Britt : )