It's been a joy, to be a part of the show, Compounds Not Required: 29,…
Sometimes ideas traipse across the brain like a high wire act dancing from string to string. What appears to be a jumbled smattering, pools itself into focus. It’s a nice way to spend the afternoon; especially with a warm cup of tea and tunes filtering down from overhead. I did a bunch of drawings today, but this one stuck out as I wrote myself upon the space like music upon a staff… just me letting my thoughts and fingers do the walking. There is more I’d like to do with this within the lower two lines. Another day. I’d like to make a far more expansive version of this across a few feet.
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