My husband has a chronic illness and frequently spends weeks in the hospital. I have been doodling each day while sitting with him and many of them reflect my thoughts at the time. Often appearing are desperation, hope, frustration, sarcasm, fear.
A marsh resists firm boundaries: water becomes ground, branches become reflections, and distance dissolves into light. The task was not to explain the place, but to remain attentive while it refused to become clear.
