wool, felt, paper, graphite, string, 15 x 12 inches.

During Covid, I had to drive my children to their tennis, but was not able to sit in a chair or loiter at the club.  I didn’t actually want to touch anything anyway, so this suited me fine.  I would find a place, away from the prying, judgmental eyes of the wasps, listen to Audible and draw weeds and flowers. There is an enormous overgrown blackberry patch in the high grass on the side of the golf course. It was a glorious respite to sit and be free to think about only what I want and  to do what I want.  It was also a revelation to be drawing again.