Here’s what I’ve been working on the past couple days. I’m calling it Small Kingdoms, in reference to this Mary Oliver poem.
Sleeping in the Forest
I thought the earth remembered me,
she took me back so tenderly,
arranging her dark skirts, her pockets
full of lichens and seeds.
I slept as never before, a stone on the river bed,
nothing between me and the white fire of the stars
but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths
among the branches of the perfect trees.
All night I heard the small kingdoms
breathing around me, the insects,
and the birds who do their work in the darkness.
All night I rose and fell, as if in water,
grappling with a luminous doom. By morning
I had vanished at least a dozen times
into something better.
I did not base it on this poem; this image came to me independently of outside influence. I happened across the poem a few days into the drawing and they seemed to be related to one another. I can’t tell if the drawing is done or not.