The Poetry of Drawing

Drawing is a language. It’s poetry in line and form. The snow I see on the ground is streaked with the shadows of trees. They are a sundial measuring the time of winter. If I draw them with an open heart, I capture the song of the seasons. Drawing is a reality created by the artist and the world as they sit together and dream.

Author: Carol

I'm an artist, an accidental author, and lover of life. I grew up in Yorktown, Indiana, and I've been writing (and drawing) this website since 1999.

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