Tim wrote a terrific poem to go with this drawing
check it out here
Here’s the story of the drawing.
In the midst of seeming chaos of cycling thru stages of healing-
I decided to try to weed my wild garden physically to mirror my internal weeding.
Autumn light was shifting and I was attempting to pick up speed to play beat the clock. As I looked down I saw this little smashed frog on the driveway.
Sorrow, empathy and identity mingled. He had tried to escape, but his toes were pinned and in a blink the tire flattened him from toe to head. Much like how I felt.
Such grace and beauty were captured in a moment as can be observed in the lyrical gesture of his little imprint. My mind was divided between finishing my task at hand and the voice that whispered
get your camera now. As I wiped my tears, I said “no- I want to finish cuz the light is leaving”.
Exactly. Get your camera now.
So I did and recorded my little friend’s last journey.
In the drawing, there are 4 frogs.
The biggest, longest black one is the past.
The top one is the almost completely present present.
The light upside down one is the future still coming into focus.
The fourth little one is leaving the picture into another unknown dimension.
The story is still forming and my faith is what it represents.
I am coming and going.
Tuning in and tuning out.
Owning my gypsy past and
my gyspy present. And sifting dirt. and sifting gold.
The leaves, branches and seed globes are from a old Sycamore tree from a healing retreat.
The seed balls are textured globes, fascinating in and of themselves. They contain another world surrounded by countless seeds.
I drew the branch and twig as I found them.
I still don’t fully understand the the twisted K with the noose but I trust if and when I need to know –
thanks for listening. x.
Charcoal on Arches cover stock 22 × 30″.
The soft lightness of the strokes on the face are made with a tortillion.