Crazy cir­cles. Really, that’s it.

Dit dot. Ribbon.  

I just know I was will­ing to put more on top of more. The draw­ing feels so thick. Now I think it’s a rug.  

How did this repi­ti­tion hap­pen. I drew over and over the same path. The translu­cency did the unex­pected and I gasp with joy. I love these marks.  

Danc­ing sta­tic. Yel­low attraction.

A patch.

Cold and icy. Wooly too. A holiday sweater?

Danc­ing cur­tain. Dot after dot. No think­ing just mark-making.

Grasses woven. Nat­ural pattern.

Now when I look at this I think water­melon. Sorta strange since the pink isn’t dom­i­nant. But there is some­thing sweet and juicy that comes to mind. When I was draw­ing it that sum­mer treat … Read More …

Stranges­ness like a Chi­nese lamp. I have no idea how this hap­pened. My mind was pretty empty when I drew this. I just made lines and shapes and this happened.

Again with the mind. I’m spend­ing time con­cen­trat­ing on a sin­gle point even with­out see­ing it. They are sur­pris­ing when I open my eyes.