walking is the surest way to cross paths with omens, and thus for new drawings to be made - at least in my particular practice.
older footprints
wind is excellent for drumming up artifacts of all kinds. most alluring are those things that squarely do not belong bumping into those things that do.
one flourescent gob of wintergreen gum, a rubber band, a maple leave, a maple seed plane.
that moss in particular definitely does not grow round these parts. and where it came from in the midst of an urban office park one cannot be sure.
but too, are those things that snag the mundane just slightly. things that do not make sense, or whose provenance seems puzzling...
not a drawing, but glue from an old sign. Incidentalism as its most pure.
some old enthusiasm.
definitely not a trench.
in a restaurant window. Possibly where a very small hoodlum crept behind a dinner booth and made haste with chalk from the outdoor sandwich board. Not incidental, but certainly pure.