The flu made an unexpected visit, tempering my patience and enforcing some type of “subterranean” process that my thinking mind wasn’t completely able to access. When I recovered my strength enough to draw, this is what materialized.

I had been thinking about how someone once told me that the trees in our neighborhood are related to one another in a kind of community. Certainly many of them were here before the homes were. Who knows what their whisperings to one another across the street and fences are? I took the attitude of the tree world, eliminating the structures and leaving the spaces they occupy– save for one lone mailbox. The mail man walked down the sidewalk while I was drawing.

There is something not visible here, something that occupies the snowy space in the picture. I’m not yet sure what it is.