December 29, 2004
in the winter of 2004/2005 i lived in verdun. close to the river. i would go down to the river and walk along its shore. everything was white with snow. the river was frozen. the dried stalks and twigs and branches from last years growth were visible against the snow like beautiful line drawings. the river and the whiteness and the fragility of these delicate remnants became charged for me. i started to bring a pen and little squares of paper in my coat pocket. when struck with that feeling of awe i would stop and crouch and take out my pen and paper and draw. this is one of the first drawings… i called the series river walker.