It was a few years ago that I discovered I could draw on the tiles in front of our woodstove with a piece of charred wood from the stove.
Last night, stoking the woodstove before going to bed, a small piece of what is basically charcoal was laying on the tile hearth. So I started drawing the things I saw around me. The woodstove, the windowsill full of plants, my wicker rocker and lamp and the table piled with books.
Like chalk on a real slate blackboard, I love the feel of the soft charcoal on the tiles. That’s part of what keeps me drawing.
