The moon was pink for awhile Tuesday night. My garden was well-watered, if not well-weeded, and I sat by open windows enjoying late breezes bringing the smell of warm rosemary to my desk. I’ve been making pen and ink drawings for the July show of my art at the Civic Garden Center entitled Summer Afternoons. I start with an evocative word or phrase — chicory, soft rain, try, sun puddle, yes, flip flops and others — and see where it leads in the drawing. The process is rhythmic, focused, evenly-paced, sometimes meditative.
The garden Tuesday night was particularly luminous, lit by the Super Moon, so each time I looked up it provided a kind of respite. My eyes refocused on moon shadows, my arms and shoulders and hands un-cramped, and the idea of that night’s drawing melded with the moonlight. I’ve also made 75 little girl clothespin dolls, each in her own unique attire, for the Summer Afternoon show. Four of them have stood sentry on my desk watching as the drawings developed, and Tuesday night they cast their own diminutive moon shadows. I swear it looked like they had turned to look at the sage, silvered in the moonlight, seeking their own brief rest.
By Monday afternoon 20 drawings will be finished, framed and installed on the window wall at the Civic Garden Center, and 75 little girl clothespin dolls will stand post with them. I hope all of the drawings and the little girls carry the warmth and joy of summer afternoons and the balm of moon shadows over garden sage into new homes by the end of July. I intend to donate 100% of the proceeds from their sale to the Civic Garden Center.