This threads thing happened again.
Lines with little substance until there are many.

What?
Threads. Nothing but thin little threads.

I just want to make tons of drawings like this. Mostly ooganic lines interrupted by blurry spheriods. The layers feel like something I would find beneath a magnifying glass.

Floating plays a significant part in this drawing too.
Simple bubbles rising through strata.

This drawing makes me very warm for some reason. There is something about the floating yellow pieces captured by the cross-hatched swatches.

Floating elipses.
Like unexpected bubbles.
Joyful surprise.

A bundle of something.
I have always loved little bundles of sticks. Twigs tied together with pieces of string or vine. Weaving objects into the strings.
Memories.

Dots.

Lots of marks used to make textures in this one. Strange and surprising transparency.

Brought the circles back in this one. Sorta radiation-like.

It buzzes.

The luminiousness of this drawing really excites me. Feels like light. It brings me joy. Sorta hot.