Pen & Ink + Watercolor
Another sketch from the sketchbook. I had a nice visit with family last weekend. In the stories told, we talked about how the land has changed over time around my Grandmother's house. We roamed the creeks and pastures (Once a dirt car track! What?!?) and woods around her house when we were children. Now the creek is overgrown and a new forest covers part of the land. I literally can't see the place where we spent our spring and summer days.
But is that more lonely and shocking than a forest clear cut from memory? Either way, it feels like a displacement of the self. Even if that self was seven years old a long time ago.
