BOOK OF MOSS

Notes to myself.
A semi-chronological diary of works
from November 2017 until present.
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I had a creative block, and
to get through that wall I decided to
paint the work wall black and forget
anything I had done before.

I ordered a large box of chalk
promising to erase anything
I was about to create, and
try not to be precious about it.

There are always deer in our yard.
I started there…
I had an eraser.

Dec. 3, 2024

2. First drawing.
We have a white standard poodle.

3. Oct. 2020.
Ended up on a canvas, chalk, acrylic.
Haven’t seen a deer in days.

4. October.
Started drawing deer. Don’t want to draw people. So I draw them as animals.
Watching the news too much since 2016 has given me an aversion to… people.

5.
Oct. 2020.
I can hear something walking behind the house. Could be a deer, raccoon, maybe a fox. cat, or something else.
I look for fables. I look for myths. I look for the stories that appear when opposing forces are put together.

6. October.
animal into animal. draw. erase. exercise for losing the world.

6. October.
The idea of magical creatures, myths of animal gods that
live in endless nature, that somehow possess all the truth
and terror that we desire to feed to our ego.
The dream outside of us, that fuels us.
Is not a separate thing, but we believe it is.
Something there without us, despite us,
is what is important to us.