I spent the end of last summer on Fire Island, invited to stay with the BOFFO Pines Residency. There is a forest in the dunes between Cherry Grove Pines. AA Bronson told us they used to call it the Magic Forest. Even the trees there feel like sentient comrades, holding in their shape and paths a history of communion and freedom. Their pine cones seem to mirror something one feels there, a constant potential for sex or some ancient experience. Even the light does mysterious things through the foliage. The drawings here are of that time I spent there with Liam, pastels on folded paper the size of this magazine.