woods

Sometimes I try to do something that is akin to painting without looking, taking into account that you have to look to put the brush onto the surface--but almost as though you look with your head averted, from a corner, a glimpse, a place where you can see, but not so well that you grasp fully.
Well, so much for articulating the bedazzled brain process.
Hopelessly, incurably essential.
I'm working on the drawing that goes under everything else. Like the balls of mouse fur and bones you find beneath the trees where owls live....