Is this what I imagined it was?

It's a moment in my memory when I walk through the trees past the swaying evergreens. The edges are dripping with dew and I can feel the rain on the top of my cap.

A circle, a line, a couple dots.
Back to the minimum and exploring the special marks I can make when I minipulate the tools.
They float and compliment each other as they pass by. More poetry than prose.

Draw it then hide it. That’s what I was thinking. I find that the work that is about the edges always comes to the surface sooner or later.

Even experimentation outside the comfort zone can lead back to the exterior tension.

I want to make some modular drawings —ones that I can assemble into larger pieces. This past week I spent some time thinking and testing how I would accomplish that goal.

The drawings that I have been experimenting with are on synthetic paper that is translucent. They are related to the sounding series. My marks test the boundaries of the sheet of paper and the number of marks that can be made using one fill of the pen or drawing implement.