I was living on the third floor of a small Chinatown apartment building. Early mornings, sipping coffee, and drawing blind contour sketches of the view out of my living room window, then writing my response to the view, to the drawings, to my feelings in the moment. This was my practice, my ritual, before the pandemic brought so many twists in the road.
Back in the studio, wondering what direction to take, I began a series of watercolour and ink paintings based on those early morning sketches and poems.
All images and poetry © 2022 Joanne Dero
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