My idea of what a drawing is has gotten bigger even as the drawings themselves sometimes get smaller. I used to be so picky about what I would let myself call a “drawing.” As I’ve gotten older, I let my hair down. Though the drawing be less, though the hair sometimes be less as well, I let it go. I was uptight in my youth. I’m a free spirit now.
There are so many ways of drawing. These days I am as apt to make drawings that are like mental notes as I am to make careful depictions of things. And one relates well to the other. You make the note to remind yourself to depict at a later date.
And this drawing involves an exercise in wool-gathering. I drew an imaginary place that’s based upon a real place, but one that is fuzzy in dim memory. There was a still pond surrounded by trees.
Indeed, this drawing is like the sentence “There was a still pond surrounded by trees.” It’s just that much and no more.