I like to walk and many of the drawings I do are like walks that are taken vicariously. The sheet for this drawing is small, 9 x 12, and yet I easily adjust to the scaled down image and soon wander amid the crepe myrtle trees. The oil pastel crayon becomes an extension of body, a way of contemplating everything about a landscape that one might want to notice on a true mid-summer day in the open air where insects hum.
An internet definition of a mirage calls it, “a naturally occurring optical phenomenon in which light rays are bent to produce a displaced image of distant objects or the sky.” I began with a quite genuine object which I bent to the needs of my paper, the paper color is a vivid red, and I indulge the exigencies of my still winter mood, which is heat seeking. I want shrubbery weighted with flowers, and distant vistas of atmosphere bending to the earth, and crayon marks that blur into a lazy chaos.
Mirage that bends time and brings me most welcome summer.