Last month I had the good fortune to spend two weeks on a solo artist residency in Yosemite National Park. I stayed in a small cabin near Wawona.
I was particularly happy to be there during the dark march toward the solstice. A quiet settles into the mountains at that time of year and inside that silence a familiar spaciousness rises to the surface.
I was fortunate to be there when the first (and so far, only) big storm of the season arrived in the parched mountains. When the rain came, I collaborated with the drops to make a series of ink drawings.
Each one, unique as a snowflake. For me these drawings open a door into a new and yet ever-present world. You can view more the drawings here.