I don’t think any of us are surprised to find, that after a monochrome day there was a pent up explosion of color just ready to burst out of my head onto the page!
Dripped ink puddles on the page
But before the top layer of writing /doodles, these puddles need *something*
They need some …. they need to fizz … to explode
There’s a spirit in wet ink that just has to be coaxed out
Enlivening, twisting, meandering. These lines come by dragging threads through the puddles