Details

I now have a roll of Kozuke Ivory, a Japanese paper [thanks Stan and Lorraine] and have had the best time playing. I wonder why artists never seen to talk much about the sheer pleasure of making things, of putting ink on paper. Ink meets paper is a sight to behold. It's like "Hello Big Boy"; there is such attraction and energy between them. The paper buckles in pleasure and I am in love with the marks; some looked scratched or etched, some strong and deep. I find myself making lines, that's all I want to do, line after line after line; stacks of lines, flourishes of line, fat lines, skinny lines, galaxies of lines.

detail, brush strokes

detail of more brush strokes

detail of more even brush strokes

I Love My Grid [and my dictionary]

(grid) n 1 a framework of parallel iron bars; grating; gridiron. 2 Military. the numbered squares drawn on maps and used for map references. 3 Surveying. a the system of survey lines running parallel to lines of latitude and longitude, used in the division of an area into countries, sections, lots, ect. b one of those lines. 4 the lead plate in a storage battery. 5 an electrode in a vacuum tube that controls the flow of current between the filament and the plate. 6 a network of electrical lines and connections. 7 Theatre. a framework above the stage, from which the scenery, light, ect. are hung and manipulated. [shortened form of gridiron] 


from "Gage Canadian Dictionary"

I LOVE GRIDS