Sow thistle: letters on the wind
32x24 cm, ink, pen. August 8, 2011The paper edges are important. Black blot is stuck on the right. Thin strokes are flying away behind the upper edge.
It was a very hot August. The sow thistle flocks formed a ten-centimetres thick layer on the waste land of Kurkino.
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
An evening alert
Notes on the grass, 2011