My line. Floating. Reaching for the sky. Words are not necessary.

Another wonderfully energetic line. Dancing. I love making dancing lines. Sometimes my hand just wants to skate across the surface. I discovered that I could make these crazy spinning things. They make me laugh.

Still making fine springy lines. They dash across the surface. They are light and energetic and I love how the width and spacing are changing based on the speed with which I draw them.

If I had to think of myself as a line. This is the line I would be. An elastic dotted line.

Experimentation without concern about outcome in any sense of the word can be messy. But one little mark, one little interaction can present itself as a new vocabulary.

All I could think of was steel wool and sharp little washers. It all became itchy.

ARTIST RECEPTION
Thursday, August 2, 2012
5 - 8 pm
EXHIBITION
Friday, December 7, 2012
Friday, January 18, 2013

Just organizing a set of ink tools for a day of work in the studio.

I had decided that I would put some ink to work this day. I didn't know what would happen but I knew my bamboo pen would be where I would start.

Sorta got loopy