When I started blogging my drawings I was working in small bound books (Moleskines), one drawing a day: bound drawings that somehow maintained a daily narrative, inseparable from their collective physical context. As time went on, the drawings became more complex and more enmeshed in an on-going thought process. They start one day and finish whenever they finish and I work in several sketchbooks at the same time, of various sizes. And the pages are now removable.
I work with internal (anatomy, a continuing fascination) and external (flux of experience and environment). And, over the last 10 years I’ve been experimenting with in-image captions, more and more in Spanish.
(Drawings are pencil, ink, watercolor, whatever on paper: various sketchbooks, going one book to the next. And the pages are now removable. All art copyright Sharon Frost, firstname.lastname@example.org).
8 x 10 in. double page moleskine spread; watercolor, ink, whatever, on paper.
And I’m still rehabbing my
shoulder. Who knew a mugging would stay with me for so long.
When you feel a gesture in all it’s parts, even without pain, you
know you’ve lost fluidity. And when turning over in bed wakes you up
you know you should stay out of yoga class.
An injury doesn’t generally stay still. It travels along a chain,
and sometimes can even change the subject. An aching shoulder can be
reflected in an aching back. It’s weird. (There is, however, improvement.)