Sometimes, I can’t look at a natural formation – a mountain, a stream, a field, or a flower -without imagining the machinery that exists behind it. The xylem and phloem coursing like elevators or pneumatic tubes pushing nourishment through the complex systems of a tree. The mechanical processes of pollen production, and the elegant apparatus that lifts the mountain to the sky.
We don’t see it but its there. Self-lubricated and ever-moving, it builds the next day for itself. I look to sketch through it.