It’s always remarkably humbling, on assignments like this, to go through your sketchbooks and realize how many pages are false starts; incomplete gestures that might have eventually been an evocative image had the action been able to magically freeze in time to catch the details. Too many times I found myself falling short of Delacroix’s alleged definition of accomplished drawing- something about having the image captured before the body falling out the window hits the ground- but as I had mentioned in part 1, it didn’t seem to rattle me as much as my inner wiring would have normally driven me. What became apparent as I was scanning this selection of drawings was how much had indeed been put to paper. So maybe all that meditation is doing something, allowing for more opportunities to get into the zone without expectations or judgment.
Now the next step is working up finished images over the next few months in time for the presentation in September.