It's a caterpillar!

Getting into a scribbly state of mind.

Deciding to be minimal.

Drawing like no one is watching.

These are primal marks. The kind you make before you have words. Sometimes I work so hard to get to that special place in my mind. A place with only a visual vocabulary.

White plays a part again here where the holes are accentuated by additional marks.
It's a funny little experiment. It's crazy, fun, fuzzy.

Finally, dealing with the March drawings. March 1st on May first I write this little post.
Energetic this one.

Almost to the end of February with my uploads and blog posts. It's a bit of a direction change with some strange blurry tools and using white to obliterate and sometimes blend with colors. I always have a lot of different mediums in white for my work. I like using it additively instead of an eraser. I tested that out in this drawing and I think I'll try it in some upcoming.

This drawing feels a bit like a box was opened and the wind blew it's contents about the room.
It is energetic, happy, joyful, and surprising.

I like it's tempo.

I really just let whatever happen in this drawing.
Holding on to a simple set of tools. Scribbling a bit. Smudging a bit. A little bit of red. It's a bit like wire to me. Hard to bend and meet my expectations.

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.

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.