I’ve always been drawn to drawing, to geometric forms, to finding pattern, observing nature. I’m not saying that’s unusual — it’s human nature to create order, find meaning, look for causal relationships. It’s a way of making sense, it’s an attempt to order and control our world. At its heart it is a way to stay safe.
Still. I recall a drawing period when I made pastel geometrically-shaped saguaro cactus for my landscape drawings. They were tall and thin with rectilinear shapes. I must have been ten or eleven, maybe even twelve. Not that we had suguaros where I lived — they aren’t in the Mojave Desert, but the Soronan, quite a bit south of where I lived with yucca, spanish sword, chollas, prickley pear, barrel cactus and others I can’t quite name.
I still like to find order. I like the pinnated fans of Western red cedar in Oregon, scaly fingers of needles woven to fringe and fringe. I like the rough textures of alligator bark juniper I see out in Arizona, with a regular pattern that shifts just when you’ve understood it.
I like the arches I see with thin boughs weighted by bright green lichen, and trees reaching across each other for light.
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that’s a brilliant photo!
“X” marks the spot where sport is. he’s turning into quite a man, that pup of yours. can you see how mature-looking he’s getting?
I see it more in photos than in his presence — the dogness vs. puppyness, that is. xxoo