Art of the Unknown

By far my favorite way to create images is to submerse myself into the unknown. This may sound easy, but to be in a state of willing and unchartered mindset requires practice and an ability to make small gains to such a state of mind. I am not entirely proficient at reaching a state of unknown but indulge myself in the idea. Especially when I am outside, in the landscape with a sketchpad. I especially enjoy choosing a drawing tool that seems too impossible to make a pretty picture with, rather, I select a tool that makes me have to work at expressing what I am observing, no matter the results.

Toward the Garden, stick on paper, August 2026

The above drawing is a good example of drawing with a tool that feels impossible. My natural instinct it to create a drawing that is like a photograph. And sometimes I love very much to render an image that relies on my skills. Mostly, however, I prefer to have to invent the drawing and work to make it come together. At some point during the process, I usually become excited about the image that develops in front of me—especially when using a stick and India ink.

Black Birch, stick and ink, August 2026

When drawing in the woods, I find it difficult to comprehend the magnificent views that nature seems to throw at me. I realize that my ability to take it all in is a dream and that to not be overwhelmed, I need to focus on one view. To get started, I often think of looking through a view finder on a camera with about a 50mm lens. This helps me begin making marks on a blank sheet of paper and allows me to focus on what is reasonable for me to compose. I find drawing in the woods very much like fishing in a small stream. You never know what you are going to catch and some days you go home empty handed. But nonetheless, there is a beauty in the process and that is what keeps bringing me back.

The Tao

The tao that can be told 
is not the eternal Tao 
The name that can be named 
is not the eternal Name.

The Tao Te Ching by Lao Tzu

I have been an admirer of the Tao Te Ching since I discovered it in my early twenties. I have loved the seeming contradictory nature of it. As I practice drawing it has been a guiding influence on the way I think about the universe and my place in it. I don’t look too far beyond for inspiration but prefer to be close to the place I feel most grounded. Good fortune has brought me to where I live and love. I have been granted much space to explore the Maine woodland and familiarize myself with its ever evolving majesty.

Occasionally, I think, Oh, maybe I should go further away to explore new vistas to incorporate into my artwork. But I am so compelled to stay close, to what may seem familiar but on second look becomes the miracle of mindfulness. I think the Tao has opened my mind to the possibilities of discovery as I apply ink to paper or paint to canvas. And also, words to pages, another of my great loves.

Woods Drawing with Stonewall, stick, pen and ink, on paper, 6″x8″

Delighted by Summer

The garden is boasting of abundance and the art muses are dashing generosity here and there. The weather is a delight, including the bellowing thunder earlier, today. I have been able to get into my painting studio and do what I love most—dabble with oil paints. It requires a fan and open doors so I don’t become delirious with toxic fumes. Even so, I am grateful to try my hand at the possibility of creativity.

Stick and Ink Drawing
Stone Wall, Stick and Ink Drawing on Strathmore paper, 6″x8″

Yesterday, I was able to dash off the above drawing. There is an old stonewall not far from my home. I have always admired it and have loved to imagine my ancestors placing stones in a row and one on top of another. The oxen standing at attention, submitting the most demanding adjustments of the largest stones—all for me to admire and enjoy centuries later.