Recently I opened up my charcoal box. I have not opened it since December 2003; the last time I had a drawing class with Joel. I smelled the inside and all of a sudden a wave of old memories came back. I grabbed a stick and put it to paper. A wave of euphoria came over me and I quickly sketched the first four prints below. It felt so good. I only have one stick of charcoal left, so next time I go back to LaCrosse, I'll have to get some new charcoal blessed.
So, below are some new prints. They make me nervous and I think that is probably a good thing. I don't understand them yet, but I'm sure I will soon.
What do ya think?