In the margins of daily life bits and pieces of unplanned thought bubbles up from the stew of the mind, travel down my arm into my hand and through the pen I’m holding onto any nearby piece of paper. There is a certain pureness, directness to this. Now how to elaborate on these by keeping the directness while clarifying form and intent without the gatekeeper of tidiness (one of those personas of my mind) stuffing the life out of the drawings? Being in the moment with the work seems to help, but I have no magic potion answer for this.
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