|Ink and watercolor on foam board/c. 9.5" x 8.75"|
So my lines curve and shoot about from my hand; my hand directs the brush as if the movement were the "product" of my mind. In fact, sometimes it feels like I, me, my mind, is simply the observer and I am chasing the process and seeing the result while it forms as I rush into it.
The lines or rays flowing from her eye, like the brilliant waves of light from a comet, herald her arrival.