Leap

While walking through  the neighbourhood the other evening, just as the sun was going down, I noticed a small flock of grackles at the top of a tall, leafless tree. They looked cold up there, huddled amid the twigs and branches. Seeing them up there with the naked tree standing out against the grey sky seemed to me to be a very Canadian scene. Not cozy or warm but cold and bleak - after winter but before spring. This put me in a nostalgic and introspective frame of mind. The kind of mood that, for me at least, will often spark an idea. It's all very spontaneous. You can't plan for this, but an idea came nevertheless and the sketches below are me attempting to work it out. A forest nymph leaping from one monumental stone head to another. I'm not sure why she is doing this, perhaps it's a game or maybe she is escaping from something unseen. At any rate, the last one is the closest to my original idea. The heads need to be bigger and she needs to be smaller.

I'm into stone heads at the moment, not sure why, but it's happening and there is no hiding from it. I'm sure it will pass, but until it does I will probably be drawing more of them - just so you know. But for now, more drawing required.

More soon.