Wavular

Sharpie on paper. That's it. I don't want to get carried away with colors and canvases and specialty drawing tools. Stuff turns into more stuff, art gets overly stuffy, and nobody can relax. I want people to relax. To feel air, space, and comfort.

Keeping my drawings simple is one way to say, "Hey, you don't have to have a lot to be a lot." http://www.flavors.me/wavular

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Obox Signature Series

' #NationallGallery of #Art #DC'

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'#Vectors'

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'Changing Directions' #planckspace

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'Erstwhile'

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'Fishmouth'

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'Mill II' and 'Mill III'

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'Hobbs' Mill' cc @heykatieben @akiramorita

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'Don't tell me I'm not American'

A guy I met yesterday, Rick, stops me this morning in the midst of my typing to say:

"I know your name starts with a D but I can't remember what it is."

Me: "That's okay."

Rick: "I can just call you 'D' then."

[Only my very close friends call me D, so that's a gross assumption.]

Me: ...

Rick: "What country are you from?"

Me: "I'm American."

Rick: "Well, how about that. I mean, do you know what your lineage --"

Me: "I'm in the middle of writing some very important e-mail."

Yet

How do you manage the line that starts from starting to know something, at least a little, to getting to know it more fully, in greater depth and organization, so that you at once are realizing that the thread of curiosity is at last to reveal to you the hem of its answer. You will never fully know the whole, but you will be able to cross the boundary, at least, from the not quite here, to the almost starting to be there. It is magic. Tonight, I found myself catching sight of that tiny thread. What I did not know that I know now is that it glitters. It is golden. I feel my whole heart moving like a leopard towards that pulse. I feel the pulse now, quickening, and I am feeling readiness. Awakeness. Brightness. But most important, gratitude. It has been a long time coming, and at last, the signs that there are real palpitations at the end of this long journey, something that I had wondered and questioned often along the way, the hint that they are there and awaiting, that is satisfying in a way nothing else has ever been or can be yet. At least, not that I know, yet.

'Museum Cafe'

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