Back in the stu­dio — finally.  It was a most excel­lent day of draw­ing on Sun­day. I lit the incense, put on my ipod, and drew almost non­stop for five hours.

Step­ping back into the groove with a lim­ited vocab­u­lary, ink draw­ings and iconic marks, made it easy to lose track of every­thing else but the mem­o­ries of the ocean. I could taste the salt and feel the breeze blow­ing off the water. My mind was empty and the draw­ings came.

I was able to com­plete four draw­ings. Here’s one.

They come from a time when the tide is shift­ing. It felt as though I had been wait­ing for that shift — when the wind is still.