POSTED ON Sunday, October 28, 2012 - 14:14
It’s almost square.
How did that happen I wonder. The shape and dimentions of the drawing are usually rectangular.
I forced the organic shapes on this one.
Still not sure how I feel about it.
POSTED ON Wednesday, October 24, 2012 - 08:05
There is something about the wind in this for me.
The light breezes of summer carrying the loose parts of plants to places unknown.
Everything is changing and this drawing was influenced by the change. I used a set of marks that feel organic. Late summer has arrived and autumn is not far away.
POSTED ON Tuesday, October 23, 2012 - 09:02
The quality of line in this drawing really defines the lightness of it. The overlapping of repetitive marks is casual and it seems just enough.
Very summery to me.
POSTED ON Monday, October 22, 2012 - 18:59
Sometimes more is more.
I enjoy this crazy drawing more each time I look at it.
I really couldn’t stop making marks and they layering really felt productive.
POSTED ON Monday, October 22, 2012 - 15:58
I love ink. I love black. I love dots.
Aren’t they enough?
POSTED ON Monday, October 22, 2012 - 15:54
These are the drawings that remind me that I love ink and that black can almost be enough.
I was very happy that I added the orange scribbles. They created a nest in which to rest.
POSTED ON Wednesday, October 17, 2012 - 17:44
Just leave it alone is all I could hear myself saying.
POSTED ON Tuesday, October 16, 2012 - 08:07
This drawing was a complete surprise when I made it and it surprises me each time I look at it again.
More like my pastel drawings than the ink of pencil drawings, it inspires me to mix my media a bit more.
POSTED ON Monday, October 15, 2012 - 14:39
My drawings always seem to flow from more to less —chaos to order.
This is one of the more ordered drawings and it uses a subset of the common language in all my drawings.
Often this set of marks has the feeling of weaving or textiles. I’m glad that they do.
POSTED ON Sunday, October 14, 2012 - 22:14
A pile of loose debris.
Often I sweep up these little piles on my studio floor and then draw my impressions.
Dead leaves and fine strips of paper like shavings are always finding their way to my studio floor.