evan

Evan

At 5:03 a.m., March 11, Evan Dever McEvoy was born. Margaret is in great health, and Evan smiles an unusual amount.

For such an overdue baby (eleven days), the delivery went very quickly.  We checked into the hospital at 1:30 in the morning, and three and a half hours later Evan came into the world.  And now I sit in Stony Brook hospital, Evan in Margaret’s arms, watching a rain storm move across the tops of the trees.  I am so content as I write this, I can’t describe.  Light reveals and darkness obscures, but as you’ll see in this drawing, we need both the anxiety of suspense, dark, and the relief of satisfaction, light, to appreciate our world.  It’s as if Evan knew that the only way to create a climax is to keep the viewer in suspense.

Evan, pencil on handmade paper, 8.5″ x 11″