Notebooks containing thought out sentences and frantic confessions, love letters and streams of consciousness - accumulating over time. Flipping through pages, characters and structure become blurred, maybe context disappears along with any specificity. Words within a moment seemingly so pressing lose meaning and become something else. Treating the blank pieces of paper as pages from my notebook, concerned with filling up space, these drawings are about searching and immediacy. Searching for ways to adorn that which is bare, to quickly fill what is empty, creating pattern through repetition, trying to find a point at which to stop and move on. The designs are an abstraction of my own words written, the rhythm of the act as important as the line drawn. Like words obscured by the motion of flipping through the pages, these composition mean something at one moment and nothing at another.
