Dead and dying flowers

I have returned to some tight line drawing/painting. There is satisfaction in the making of line. It stems from a need for certainty. Line is sensuous. The making of it is physically and mentally demanding. The subject is a pretext for the sensory experience. I feel happier with what I am doing. The subjects, dead birds, flowers, are objects of vulnerability. They are self portraits. They are perhaps a safe way of standing at the cliff edge. I have an exhibition in August, at What If?, a gallery for local artists in Dartford.