Maybe the strangest marks I’ve made so far. I have no idea what I was doing and still don’t in hindsight.

Marks that look like I drew with a marker I couldn’t quite control. It happens. Embrace it if you can.

Radiant.

Joy. It’s a color thang.

Pattern.

Like a weaving. Rug. Placemat. Pleasing and not perfect.

What happened?

Experimenting. Some wonderful textures.  How to make them happen again. They have a bit of fire.

Like gluing thread and string to a piece of white board. It is flat though, no depth. Disappointed but I learned something.

Creating patterns and then creating organic shapes. Experimenting with structured negitive space.

Creating patterns and breaking them.

A playful experiment and an incision.

Which?

Taking my dots very far. Connecting and overlapping. Lots of lines with velocity. I was surprised by the outcome.

Powerful relationships and energetic lines perfectly comforatable with eachother.