On the last day of July in 2001, I decided to put away needle and thread for the entire month of August and just draw spontaneously everyday. A friend had given me a rich amount of archival museum-quality ragboard...I got out my oil pastels and began drawing without any preconceived idea of what the image would be. I drew everyday and into the night. My intention was not to make art but to engage in a kind of wordless journaling. It was a real journey...buffalo and waterfalls and portraits of imaginary men and women and trees and treasure-maps and boats and human hearts and this bird saint.
