Creeping Murmur
ink, graphite and gouache
11 x 14"
The title of this comes from a Shakespeare description of an army encamped at night, with all the muted bustle of preparation for battle the next day. But I think of it as what goes on in our minds most of the time; snatches of poems memorized in childhood, mantras, and other incantatory background buzz that creates our minute-to-minute experience even when we're not aware of it.