Random lines.
Yields the unexpected.
Exploring a field of white.
Mark by mark of various line and weight.
No maps.No guidelines.
I let the ink flow guide my hand,
to new discoveries.
That is what "random lines"
means to me.
GarSeeYa!
This is the same process on different paper.
Something about the brush leads me to more
organic forms. Maybe my wife talking about
flowers blooming is affecting my thoughts.
GarSeeYa!
(posted 4PM)
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