
While in Minnesota I took a walk to a favorite marsh and painted it. Last time I was here it was frozen solid. There was a family of wood ducks in the middle and they would not venture very close to where I was. They are so skittish but can actually die of fright in captivity. Poor things.
This is an ink drawing of the same marsh but from a different angle. I wanted to see if I could describe all the different foliage and textures with just line. It was exhausting and invigorating at the same time.











