I love walking during a snow storm. The snow absorbs all the sounds of the environment and renders the air around me silent. There is only the sound of snow falling on snow, like the sound of blood flowing through my ear drum when there are no other sounds. The landscape is blanketed with new fallen snow and rendered pure with whiteness. Nature has reduced everything to white in a sea of nothingness.
Walking along the city streets before doing this drawing, I'm also seeing a promise of something else. The snow blankets the landscape so the evidence of destruction to the natural world can't be seen. The snowy landscape holds a promise of sorts for me. I see into the future for a brief instant and know that time will fall upon this landscape like snow and remove all the markings of the Western Industrial Culture from the landscape.
Oliver Loveday © 051211:11:20am EDT
3.5 x 5 inches | 8.9 x 12.7 cm
Strathmore 50 lb | 74 g/m
January 9, 2010