drawing 12182012
Burning my eyes.
Simple.
Moving to fewer marks more color. It’s always one or the other isn’t it?
Burning my eyes.
Simple.
Moving to fewer marks more color. It’s always one or the other isn’t it?
I’m thinking donuts with sprinkles. I wasn’t thinking it at the time I drew it. I was just thinking have fun.
This is fun.
This may be one of the strangest drawings I made in this project.
Somehow the connected circles make me happy. What is that about? It feels like outer space.
Like vertigo.
Woodgrain.
Transparent paths.
Dot. Dit. Dit Dit Dot
Dropping my finger and dragging it.
Like a musical moment marking time. The result a Jetson-like pattern. The boomerang has nothing on this.
Sweeping.
Dot. dot dot.
Sweep. Swoosh.
When I make marks they have sounds.
A new conversation of marks. Quick with a couple that cut through the surface.
A lightness that surprised.
Whirling.
Sometimes black and white has more color than I can fathom.
The tonal reaches thrill me and satisfy me.
Being rough.
Not fearing the outcome.
Truthful. Honest.