Passing the microscopic geometric lattice, one may peer into a space of writhing verve. Bridge between the manifest and desist. Fortune told, past and future announced… time collapses.
While on the road I have my handy crayons to draw with, and get back to my roots in visual art, without making a terrible mess.
I am working on a series where I combine two styles that I enjoy. One I began developing as early as high school, with whole compositions of squiggle lines. The other, consisting of hard straight lines, developed a little later as I began a renewed appreciation for math and geometry
I feel these two styles compliment one another, where theoretically, straight lines represent the masculine, and curvy lines feminine. Joining polar opposites of hard and soft, structure and amorphous space, emotion and logic.
