2.3.2015 Throwing down frames, logging hours in the studio, and giving in to snowbound quiet, I see drawings flow.

The rectangular motif continues to surprise me with its variations of meaning: first a container for thoughts, then a boundary for growth, and now, somehow, it consumes my identity. This is the most potent meme I have encountered and I intend to abandon myself to giving it voice.
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