drawings

During the pandemic, my hands begged to leave the keyboards and the kitchen and return to visual play. Borrowing my son's learning toys, I began tracing stencil shapes and filling these with patterns, moments, and words. The patterns yielded to improvisations contained and broken by humor, by unresolved emotions and hand tremors. With each drawing, conversations and conflicts took place across and within forms, becoming beings of greater and smaller parts, louder and silenced voices.

 

These wily, sweet foxes in boxes are occasionally heart-shaped, always paper thin. As they run and hide, they invite pursuit. Find them here as they speak and conceal in the repositioning and deselection of the reader's eyes and hands.