Sandpit near Provincetown 1937

Donald Carlisle Greason made this drawing of a sandpit near Provincetown with what looks like pen on paper. What I love about drawings like this is the immediacy. You can imagine the artist standing there, sketching, capturing the scene, making decisions about which lines to include. I wonder what Greason was thinking about, looking at this excavation site. It's really spare but there's almost an impatience about the marks. There's a real energy in how quickly he wants to get down what he sees. See how he renders the earth with quick strokes? He's trying to show how form turns into space and how the space folds back into form. For me, drawing has always been about thinking and seeing. It’s an ongoing conversation with the world, across time, inspiring creativity. There is no one fixed way to read it, and I think it is that openness which is the real gift of art.