spring

Wild Crocus from my back yard. The first flower of spring:


I'll never forget the delight I found in the purple Wild Crocusses that grew at the top of the banks of Marsh Lake, where I lived in the Yukon. After six or seven months of white, brown and blue, it was amazing to see these delicate little buggers suddenly appear during my daily walks. Tiny dabs of colour bringing the promise of summer. As the sunlight thins each evening, the Crocusses close up until the next day.

Here's the latest sketchbook page.


Super rough storyboard brainstorm for another film, and a sketch of some salal that grows outside my studio window.