A year ago almost exactly, I was sitting on a grassy triangle, looking across a narrow valley to the town at left. This is Flavigny, in Burgundy, France. Since my first visit the fall before, I'd had it in my mind to draw this place, but on that flawlessly sunny afternoon, perched on my portable stool, my art supplies spread out around me, I was daunted and depressed. I had not drawn actively in years, though I had been making paintings. I hadn't drawn for the SAKE of drawing. Yet, here I was. And there was Flavigny, rife with beauty and history. So I started at the left edge of my two-page spread and I drew. Lines, edges, shapes appeared. I, though, disappeared--- or at least my fears did. After it was all through, I saw that I had made a little world on paper. Mind you, it is no great shakes. ( I could do better now, I'm sure. I've been practicing!) It is only a sketch made in a half hour or so, by the side of the road. Yet, it got me started again on this drawing path, and because drawing gives me so much pleasure ---and meaning,really--- I am grateful for it.
I have other drawings from that trip to post later. A year later, they look different to me.