#sequential drawing

I try to stick to my Creative Challenges to do a four panel Sequence on the first sentence of a book I grab. I will continue doing it until I will make up another challenge for myself.

This one is on a poem by Emily Dickinson, which I found in the book “A Shaking woman or The History of my Nerves” by Siri Hustvedt. I can relate to the poem. When I found the pictures I did a long time ago, they reminded me of the poem:

I felt a cleaving in my mind        As if my brain had split; I tried to match it, seam by seam,       But could not make them fit.

The thought behind I strove to join       Unto the thought before, , But sequence ravelled out of reach        Like balls upon a floor. 

Emily Dickinson

When we can´t stand the fear, the shame, and the self- reproach that we feel, we obliterate it with an addiction. (...) They´re intersting because they´re called to something–something new, something unique, something that we, watching, can´t wait to see them bring forth into manifestation. At the same time, they´re boring, because they never do the work.