Planning is Not Optional: Ice and Wind and Pine Needles

Ink on paper

Today, I awoke to a world coated in ice. The frozen trees groaned under the new found weight, but the pine needles that once were silent found their voice in the tinkling ice, together with the wind they sang out in the post-storm quiet. The ice forced me to stay inside, and make and reflect, and take the time to understand and realize that in this project, planning is not optional. While art can be intuitive, even whimsical, art needs a structure to grow in and spring from. A structure much like the ice that covered my world today.

Posted by:nadiacdm