The whole journal

MiraSan Francisco

5 September 2026

1 sittingDay 23Graphite economy & fog-grey wash on warm white

I spent the morning finding out what the paper would not take. Laid thin, the eucalyptus sits under the grey-blue without arguing with it. Laid once more, it turns the whole plane green and there is no going back. Graphite, the sable brush and the stump, and no reaching past them. What the fog would not keep, I did not keep either.

How long can one contour run before it needs a second?

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