Illogics
Undirected thoughts, directed energies. In the flow, away from order. Expression of it all through shape and line. Letting it all just come out…Working to build structure and demonstrate form, continuity, a story of sorts.
Created as I work to break through what seems to be endless self-erected barriers, both internal and external.
Worlds of wonder sit just out of reach as I frantically scramble to open my inner eye as fast as possible so as not to miss a moment of what may be.
Success, or failure, another step on my path, whether it be upwards, or further down.
Series start, Aug 2026
Part 1
Letters
The initial break from my previous cycle and evolution into a combination of several styles of abstract I’ve done in the past in a desperate gamble to change, maybe even grow. From the ‘fuck it’ moment of when I tried to follow the thread of the old me, and instead found a new me.
Posca acrylic paint marker on 9×12 90lb Vellum paper
Part 2
Numbers
Continuing in commitment to explore where this direction takes me. Bringing the pieces to a larger size and slightly different paper. No idea where these are headed as the energy of my ideas, thoughts, dreams, plans, shakes it’s way out of my head, into my hand, and on to the paper. Is what I do coherent, incoherent, art, or just nonsense…I continue to believe even in a state of disbelief and confusion…with a dash of frustration. Just trying to restructure for some sort of success.
Posca acrylic marker and Liquitex red ink on Strathmore 11×14 inch 100lb Bristol paper
Part 3
Notebook
In between and after Numbers, just sketches, or full pieces, I’m not quite sure. They are what they are as I continue to let my hand ramble out onto the page guided by..what exactly? Asking myself the whole way through the piece. Watching the lines grow under the nib, under the brush, I sometimes become enamored in just the act of what the tool is doing. Other times, problems, solutions come to mind, solutions, thoughts and intentions, my hand spelling out the details. Like a language, real, unreal, meaningful, or totally empty…feels like I’ve just begun this path even though I’ve been on it years. Looking at the page, I know I’m pulling the lens into better focus. With each page, each, what if, each moment of enjoyment, curiosity, wonder, frustration, fear, excitement…another step forward…hopefully, closer to understanding. In the process, hopefully the pieces serve as a mirror for those who decide to take time with them, enjoy them, try and understand them…
Mixture of Sharpie, brush pen, India ink, acrylic ink, Posca paint marker, on 8.5×11 paper
