Muley Point, UT
By Ben Schoenburg
9/13/19
Under a cliff was a spring and despite a meager monsoon season there was a continual drip-drip-drip of water. I would make a mark for each drop. The steady rhythm kept my hand, eye, and ears trained on the task, limiting the tendency for my mind to wander.
Each drawing lasted for an hour and a half, or about 2500 drops. The time could feel very long, but not for the spring! Who knows how long it has been nurturing an exquisite tangle of vegetation as well as many other beings.
For the woodblock, I decided to feel the drops instead of hear them. I sat under the drip and carved. My hand could not keep up with the drip, and I had to find my own rhythm. The water soothed my aching neck and kept me alert for the 3½ plus hours it took to complete. Back in Albuquerque, I printed the woodblock with transparent ink and dusted the prints with a red sand that Juana had collected at Muley.
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