September 2018

9.1.2018

	Individual grid studies
9.2.2018

9.3.2018

	Continuing hot weather and mosquitoes
9.4.2018

	Starting to interpret these cycle-drawings as diagrams of the relationship between dependent origination and emptiness, practicing shading and lighting as ways to reveal forms, and forsaking more important life tasks to spend time drawing, my days now bend, nesting into one another, intersecting each other, replacing time with a sense of resonant simultaneity.
9.5.2018

	Cool morning, hot and humid midday, then an early evening storm
9.6.2018

9.7.2018

	Sloshing around
9.8.2018

	Vessel in a cycle
9.9.2018

	Heavy rain feels endless
9.10.2018

	Blue sky
9.11.2018

9.12.2018

	A surprisingly unsurprising thing about drawing openly is how clearly the marks reflect what's going on inside
9.13.2018

9.14.2018

	What actually occurs is some small subset of what is possible
9.15.2018

	The glass is already broken
9.16.2018

	Sifting parts
9.17.2018

	Vessel enveloped
9.18.2018

	Conflicted
9.19.2018

	New bodies, new maps Time to rechart the terrain
9.20.2018

	Movement is stationary, stationary is movement
9.21.2018

	What appears as a reflection of what is?
9.22.2018

	Not the speed of the flow, nor the size of the moment, not the sequence, the color, not even the shapes of the rivers, only the distinguisher, then not even that.
9.23.2018

	Trying to hide from the day inside the drawing
9.24.2018

	So much rain
9.25.2018

	Layers interacting
9.26.2018

	The light stays even as the frame fades
9.27.2018

	Opening into the moment
9.28.2018

	Sliding through the resonant layers of a crisp autumn day
9.29.2018

	Sunday passing loosely
9.30.2018