Scrabbling

Scratching and groping. Scrabbling for some ineffable something. Scribbling as a way of getting there. 

Marrying sketchbook, scribbles, and neurographic skittering takes me right to sparks of discovery and the embrace of serendipitous serenity—a welcome antidote to hours spent earlier in whirling dervish internet nonsense, a cure for what had been ailing my artistic heart.

I brush aside the pesky temptation to keep playing with this piece. 

Let that play take place with another piece on another day.

Just Enough Gleanable Information to
Provide Clues and Permit Guesses
7 x 10.5"; acrylic and ink on sketchbook paper
neurographic scribble
2022

The Tiniest Neurons

Quoting Lyanda Lynn Haupt again:

We create from … the song just beneath our typical hearing, the murmuration that calls the tiniest neurons of our brains into flight.

Today, another undeveloped patch in Core Values catches my attention. This bit of real estate holds some collage from the very first day I put anything on this big ol' piece of foam core three months ago, as well as paint I've wiped off my brush at various junctures since then.

I've been wanting to reacquint myself with Golden Hi-Flow acrylics and also curious to see if I could mix up some taupe from regular Liquitex paints in my studio. Those are the murmurations that call a few of the tiniest neurons of my brain into flight. I do a little on-canvas journaling first, and then get going with paint.

Currently in the messy middle somewhere.

black paint-marker journaling,
then hi-flow acrylic,
then scribbles with a stylus in wet paint

homegrown acrylic taupe mix,
more stylus scribbles in wet paint;
work in progress
working title: Core Values