I’ve been making these very small drawings with walnut ink that was handmade by an artist. It was given to me as a gift.

They feel old, they feel like small twigs stacked in the woods, they are cryptic.

I determined some criteria for making them based on the ink. The ink is in a very small pot. It is handmade and has a handwritten label on the lid. All of these details ask one to slow down and appreciate the moment of placing a sheet of paper on a drawing surface, opening the ink pot slowly, and dipping the pen — only twice — to make each drawing.

Each dip and mark has its own voice.