Floaty.
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.

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.

Ink. Again.

I love ink. I love black. I love dots.

Aren’t they enough?

Ink.

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.

Less.

Just leave it alone is all I could hear myself saying.

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.

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.

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.

Schrubs?
We have these little bushes outside by the sidewalk. These come to mind now — not sure they were in my mind when I drew it.
Funny little elipse of marks.

Somehow I think this was all about having passed that scrubby pine with a squirrel’s nest in it.

Funny how those things make such lovely picticures in one’s mind and they can make it out the ends of your fingers.