Track Dreams

30 x 22" | charcoal, pastel, and acrylic gesso on paper A tall water oak crashed across the back parking lot on a blue-sky day. I kept drawing until dark, until the white lines of the parking lot merged into lines on the running track. The tree: a humming vibration, a personification of pain, a competitor, a shadow, a cheerleader. The track: relentless in its demand for speed, single-minded in its sharp perspective. That’s the workout. Dread and adrenaline. Even before you wake up.