I used to doodle mindlessly. Then, I pushed it further. Now, it's for sale.
I used to doodle mindlessly.
In the margins of notebooks, on place mats and napkins in restaurants--it didn't matter where, and half the time I didn't realize I was doing it. Then, one day, I paid attention. I started analyzing the intricacies of halfhearted loops and lazy lines and watched them float onward to wherever they were headed. I studied them. I made notes of their behaviors and tendencies. Then, when I felt we were well enough acquainted, I set them free.
Each time I'd sit down to draw would be a new, exciting experiment in creativity. I started piling those shapes and squiggles on top of one another, stretching them, squishing them, poking them, prodding them, connecting them, only to tear them apart and start over again... until they stopped being individuals and started working together as a seamless, cohesive whole.
Then, I pushed it further.
With a lifelong artistic tendency towards perfectionism that often borders on obsessive, my art has always been realistic, calculated, and precise. I took my new, inky latticework method and put it to work, exploring the changing illusion of positive and negative space when line proximity is manipulated. Before I knew it, I had created a completely new type of illustration. I had my own, original artistic style...
Now it's for sale.
