A Little Boy Lost 1920

Dorothy Lathrop made this drawing, called *A Little Boy Lost*, with ink, and a whole lotta dots. It kinda feels like the space is just teeming with them, doesn't it? Like it’s less a drawing and more a thick atmosphere of ink, which makes me wonder about Lathrop. I can imagine her bent over this, maybe under a lamp, filling in every nook and cranny. I bet she didn’t leave much un-dotted. Look at the way the webs are rendered, so delicate they could tear at any moment. And the dark spaces above, teeming with nothingness, give you the sense of a world that extends beyond what we see. I just love the way the sleeping woman is being woken up by the child who is up to no good. I’m sure Lathrop would have admired other artists. We're all in constant conversation with each other across time, riffing and building on what came before, trying to create something new and meaningful. I wonder what she was thinking when she made this. What do you think?