This is where it gets a little weird. Bridges 22, 23, 26

Bridge #26, photocopies of drawings, 11x14, 2002

Bridge #23, pastel, 9x24, 2002

Bridge #22, pastel, 11x14, 2002

This was 9 years ago, but I remember thinking that what I really liked about the bridge visually was the big sweeping curve with the straight lines of the support beams just on the one side.  I also liked how the backgrounds were all gradual changes of warm to cool colors.  But the composition of #22 was too simple so I started to play around with using the big curve as a building block to create other images.  The teacher encouraged me to explore this, and to use the photocopy machine so that I could figure out how I wanted to combine the pieces before starting another drawing.  I kept photos of these as a record of how I got from where I was to where I was going, but these are not show pieces.  I picked a sampling from this phase.  There are many that are a variation of #26.  I cropped off the notes I wrote on them to remind me of what I was thinking about for each one.  At that time in my life, I was about to move from the city to the suburbs and I was not sure how I felt about that.  Now I have lived 12 years in a rural setting, 11 years in the city, and 8 years in the suburbs.  I wonder if anyone else out there has had a similar experience and can speak to how that messes with your sense of identity.  Oh, and if you are trying to figure out my age, I left out the years before rural when my family moved around a lot, and the college years, when I moved around a lot.