They call it here a landscape. Will not be unseen till tomorrow.
32x24 cm, ink, pen. August 8, 2011With every new attempt the pictures moved from depictve to the cardiogram.
Someone passed here in the morning, may be with a dog
Notes on the grass, 2011
Wind?
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