The lodges seem so very fragile at this distance. A strong wind could sweep them all away...I haven't been drawing Farre very much lately. Have you ever had a story to tell that had a beginning and a middle, but no end?
A friend said to me before I went home for Christmas, "I hope Farre has other career options." Well, it's pretty clear to me that's what Farre's story is about. But I'm not sure how to tell it.
Anyhow. This was drawn in my grandmother's trailer on PEI, and I thought it seemed appropriate to post now that I am back safely in Toronto.
