Fecundity and Muscles

Late this summer I saw a friend from college I hadn't seen in over 25 years. We lived next door to each other one or two semesters and then drifted apart, but those few months of proximity produced a good half dozen finished portraits, in crayon, pencil and acrylic paint, and many more quick sketches. I dug them up and was struck by how fresh they still are - immediate - reflecting my fecund muscularily of purpose.

Earlier today I stretched a few poetic muscles and someone noticed, a stranger on a social networking site. It made me realize how little I use these well developed muscles of mine, how my purpose languishes while I find just the right point of view to express myself with. Enough already. I think I'm just gonna write and draw and post other sorts of amazingness and eventually I'll figure out what I'm trying to say. The big picture comes now and then, but the little pictures are frequent and profuse. I've been self editing plenty long enough.

Heidi, Spring 1985     caran d'asche crayons on paper