It is funny how each year gets it’s own character by the variations in the seasons that I notice while drawing and sketching outdoors. Last year became the year of the forest with the diary I had started without knowing how it would all turn out.
This year seems to become a time of slow motion. First the heavy winter with recurring snow and frost slowed down progress. Now we have this terrible summer heat all of a sudden, there was almost no spring season.
I do not know why I have choosen to do this very slow ink drawing, but somehow it fits. I already know that I will remember this year as the slow year!