Today is the last day of soundings. There is something of relief and sadness. To stay engaged in the effort to have the show seen is exhausting. I'm happy to be over it. But having the work together forming this experience has been joyful and incredibly rewarding. 

To have made a larger drawing than I ever had made before. To maintain an engagement and work with two amazing colaborators has been enriching in every sense of the word. To have had a voice together and listen to it become more resonant with each day and conversation with viewers was amazing.

This is the second day that I have been lucky enough to be in my studio during these storms. I have an amazing view of the city and the sky which changes every second it seems.

Now the sky is one giant cloud covering the tops of our taller buildings. A steady rain falls.

It is always difficult to make new work in the aftermath of hanging a show. The adrenalin has fallen, the body wants to sleep and the head is full of new ideas. It's just the hands that are unwilling. But now three weeks later I'm ready to get back to drawing. My head is full of ideas not of drawings but of marks I want to make and the processes I look forward to experiencing. It will be more experimentation with ink and tools that may or may not be unexpected.

My drawings in this exhibition focus on measurement and probing. A ping. Each series of marks is made by filling a tool then making marks until the ink is gone. How far will the ink go?

I have always been drawn to make marks. The repetition allows me to be caught up in a rhythm; the proximity of the marks create rest and action. This is central to my work. Using tools that ask me to focus on each mark creates a meditative state. Each mark seems to take an eternity. I touch the surface, make the mark, and then move away.

Last week I began testing an indigo ink.

I have made a series of drawings since March that are the result of repetive marks and the visual rhythmns derived from the depletion of ink in my dip pen. When I make these drawings my mind is empty and the result of the process is a complete surprise.

I made this drawing after the splat. 

I had finished the splat drawing but I really felt as though I needed to make another. From previous experience I figured I might be able to make another small drawing in the three or more hours I had left in my studio day.

Making this drawing actually surprised me. My ability to maintain an even tempo and distance was quite easy. I am really please with what it turned out to be. 

I'm happy to have a piece in Small Worlds. It's called Bleep. Bleep. Nixed media on cradleboard.

Opening Reception
March 2nd
2:00 - 5:00 PM

Exhibition
March 2 - 27

The Plastic Club
247 Camac Street
Philadelphia, PA 19107

Stopped into Rosenfeld Gallery yesterday to see Donna's new work. It's really a shift. Congrats Donna.

Check out the show.

Rosenfeld Gallery.

It all began with 303 606 1010.

Time time time is about the ritual of checking the time of day. You look at your watch or your phone and see the time. Someone asks you what time it is you have to look again. You looked but didn't remember. You look again.

I started noticing when there was a pattern in the numbers. Repetition. I saw it with the first three times I checked… 303 606 1010. 

This book contains the times I noted each time I looked at my iPhone over a period of time.

Was on my morning walk on the way back from having a morning coffee in the neighborhood. Straying past my uusual route to avoid a large group of tourist getting off a bus I wandered into the renovated Franklin court. I've always thought this was a fabulous landmark in our city and now it has been refurbished and enhanced.

To me this is Philadelphia's past and present.