that’s the sum total of my experiences in the studio as of late. i go … i draw … i have fun. i go … i draw … i struggle. and it’s like that, all the time. some days the ideas flow with grace and fluidity like it’s a gift from the ether. other days (like saturday) i draw and i might as well be dumping the cat box on the paper it’s so horrendous. there seems to be no way i can gauge the day or my temperament.
the drawing below is from one of the studio days that left me feeling like i know wtf i’m doing. my mark making is developing into some weird language of repetition and movement and it seems to make sense to me. i used a charcoal pencil then smudged. i made 4 pages of this. one page i added a gel medium to each mark and topped it with some oil stick. i’ll photograph it and share next time.



























