Quiet Inside Storm Amy - Drawing

Quiet Inside Storm Amy

Drawing while Storm Amy was battering the windows and doors of a remote house in Wales where I was odd. Drawing became about a quiet, creeping sense of solitude that comes with time, the way the world subtly recedes as people leave our lives, through death, or just distance. The wilder the storm grew the odder the act of drawing felt. The pen moved freely, and where the black paint had pooled, dried and felt too heavy, I gently ground it, and some ink away. I didn’t feel buffeted by being in the full force of Storm Amy even though I went outside to experience it, I was being lashed by horizontal rai, the wind howled enough to set nerves on edge and waves crashed enough to wash cliffs away. I was outside and was being buffetted, but buffetting seemed to come more from drawing this drawing.

Linda Sgoluppi Art