Still with Book 6

Every sketch book I start with a dedication of some sort to my wife, Deirdre.

the rest of this post is arrows. In a gallery at the U of T, years and years ago, I saw an exhibition of architectural drawings from the twenties. The subject was the birth of “suburbia”,. which was enabled by mass public transit and the automobile. The thing that struck me at the time was the nonchalant care and precision with which dimentions arrows were drawn. Mine are never more than a rough approximation of the effortless, quick precision of those arrows.

Below is yet another interpretation of the arrow as “crowfoot”. As a representation of a bird’s foot prints it means the opposite of what a standard arrow, which is an interesting twist to the concept. the standard arrow, no matter how abstractly represents, well… An arrow. A lethal projectile weapon. the crows foot is in every way, the opposite of that.