Part two of my saturday studio trip.

I arrived at Carpenter Street and came up to the back entrance.

I reached for my carabiner of keys… duh.

I had walked 2.5 miles and no keys.

Moral of this story — coffee first.

What does one think of when spring is near?

This is one experience that come to mind.

I've always found the repetitive drawing of lines meditative. They are like threads to me. Threads that have different meanings in the context of other marks in my vocabulary.  These could be stacks of paper with leaves pressed between them.

Saturday was a studio day.

I was up early and out the door without having coffee. With such an early start I figured I had some terrific beans at the studio and I'd take some half and half with me. I like having a fresh cup while sitting on the fire escape outside my studio.

Most of my drawing has a series of marks that are repeated in rhythm and sometimes in tandem with other marks.
This was a simple experience. Drawing a coil. Not a spiral.

These are marks I love to see. Sitting quietly together. Related and not — simultaneously.

I really had to take something away in this drawing.

The scribbles beneath repetitive and just trying to get some energy started. Then I could make a drawing.

Something different.

Quick. Draw.

Where did the green come from?

A horizontal celebration.

Simple.

Don't think. Breathe every time you make a mark.

Like little polished circles.

Another horizontal graphite piece.