Thirty-Six

I like to listen to the sounds of charcoal on paper as we move progressively from a one to a twenty minute pose. Short poses bring quick, scratchy sounds, as if the charcoal is racing with the panic and excitement that comes when there is not enough time. Long poses bring slower sounds, you can almost hear the charcoal groan over the thinking of its artist. With more time there is more time to worry about getting it right.