I've begun a new series of drawings that are based on drawing 18 lines.

I draw 18 lines with the same grade of graphite without resharpening. While drawing I can't think of anything but the line and what number it is in the set of the marks.

Everything is about the line.

It I lose track of the line things happen.

These are large drawings for me. 30 x 40 inch Rives BFK white.

A white day full of muffled sounds. Almost everything a whisper.

The snow is still falling and the sky is the same strange yellow as last night. Perfect symmetry 12 hours later. It has been a night and day of quiet observation. An occasional muffled voice heard with the crunch of boots on newly fallen snow. It is a joy to be so quiet on the inside too.