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Traipsing Strings

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.


Traipsing Strings © Britt Conley


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