Couldn’t focus much at all last week... my mind unable to separate from the threat on Friday and the sense of tragedy yesterday. It just hangs over you like a cloud - concern and anxiety about the whole situation. My studio and house is sort of a mess from gathering what I’d want to grab in an evacuation.
Then today I felt like I could draw, and started on a big sheet of rose toned paper, with a somewhat typical female figure, typical for me, and placed fairly low on the page. I worked pretty quickly and automatically, without thinking or pondering much at all. Just kept drawing without thinking - just a blank mind, drawing, and it all just came out.
Yes it’s horrific.