The energy is disrupted by these little blips that hold a note. Chords of a kind.

Quiet chords.

Liquid line held together with thread.

That’s what I thought when I drew and and how I feel now.

Simple vocabulary. Drawing less.

I think vegetables were on my mind.

Dot dot dot dot dot.

I can hear the sound as the mark is made even now. This time I see them as trails.

Layers of translucency make me question . I feel that my mind was empty when I made this one. I can’t discover even now what place in my mind took me here.

Like a blast of air on my desktop scattering shavings and cuttings about.

Current projects on the wall including the brand new red ones.

So thrilled to start the new year right.

What is this?

Strange combination of elements. It confuses me and I like it at the same time. It feels a bit like an ice cream sundae gone wrong.

Wet transparency.

The number three. Enjoying the lyrical moment. I like the wetness of this one.

I’m reliving the energy I had when I drew it. A good day. A good drawing.