quarantine week 1: all my ideas about making reverted back to a younger version of myself - one that made work out of a need to understand herself. instead of making in reference to a certain project study, i found myself drawing with black ink aimlessly in my backyard.
i saw a leaf so i drew a leaf. i saw a frisbee so i drew a frisbee. i saw angled metal so i drew angled metal. i allowed the image to be abstract because it was the only way i could justify my jumping focus. after making these paintings i wondered if everything iād been working toward was going to become insignificant to my practice. it was hard to not judge myself and question the selfish content i was producing, knowing there was vast collective damage being done outside myself.
i made about 10 of these ink drawings over the course of week 1. after that week, for whatever reason, i did not continue this abstract practice.