This drawing began as a tribute to my Sorrel boots of 38 years and still slugging along. Jaguar appeared in a dream. The roof icicles seemed appropriate to the season and what we don’t see bared in Jaguar’s mouth.

Regarding my inner experience of the drawing process, when I drew the Sorrels I felt enveloped in a cozy warmth and feeling of pure contentment. I was, after all, drawing some old friends that have served me well since I came to the frozen North in 1974. The self portrait was easy to do, as I had no need to make myself look good, but only to connect to my own soul as I looked at my reflection. Jaguar added the mystery of the void and made it all feel “right.” The roof-cicles were the icing on the cake.