Border Play #1: When the Frame Holds the Story
Some mornings, the drawing feels like it could spill right off the page. The lines wander, the characters stretch, and the scene hums with motion.... Subscribe to read more at The Spread Table tier to receive new essays and PB notes.
Some mornings, the drawing feels like it could spill right off the page. The lines wander, the characters stretch, and the scene hums with motion.
Other mornings, like today, the page needs a container. A place to settle.
In The Meadow, the dahlias lean from their own weight, leaves and petals trembling at the edges of their stems. They're not trapped but held. The planters and strings keep the blooms upright, letting them reach toward the sky without falling apart.
Watching them, I realized borders in books aren’t so different.
