I’ve been working on this body of work all week, to the exclusion of most else. When I close my eyes I can see dark brushstrokes and delicate silhouetted plant forms; balanced patterns of light and shade. I started out tight and restrained.
After a week, the movements of my bamboo stick over inked butter paper are free-form, expansive, relaxed. The intense contrast evokes light.
Seeing these images is seeing my mind laid out in its hidden frameworks before me. feel joy when I look at them all; that my mind has the capacity to generate this beauty and sense of coherence. Is it coherent? It is to me. So fascinating – a secret language to explain myself to myself.
