Sketch – The Arrows Going Up


Lots of energy this week while I am drawing. No particular reason I suppose, but something in the air of the afternoons perhaps. There is the slight sense of new adventures to come and possible strange turns to be made.

Whatever the reason, I find all my drawings pointing upward of late. Like they are  arrows pointing out some great possibility. Although one wonders if they are compass needles pointing straight to bright futures, or subconscious fingers pointing up to warn of the sky falling?

Horizon gazing can be a wonderful thing, especially when it manifests in drawings. But it can also be distracting, I look not at the direction pointed, but the finger pointing – focusing in on details of the moment rather than what is to come.