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.

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.

Playful shapes. Don’t usually make these kind of marks in most of my work. But maybe it is time to start. I like their friendliness.