Notes on the grass
The first series of the ink drawings from the fruitful 2011. It started as a hand exercise and then branched to the several streams of a series with more precise subjects. The notes from all of my series are the closest to the real letters.
Someone passed here in the morning, may be with a dog
Notes on the grass, 2011
Wind?
Notes on the grass, 2011
They call it here a landscape. Will not be unseen till tomorrow.
Notes on the grass, 2011
Yes, here, now.
Notes on the grass, 2011
There may be forest there, further… But far and snow comes up to the waist
Notes on the grass, 2011
Sow thistle: letters on the wind
Notes on the grass, 2011
An evening alert
Notes on the grass, 2011