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I pour a puddle of ink onto the paper, and with a very small brush I pull ink away from the puddle in long, repetitive lines.  The resulting images look like sinews of muscle and tendon.  The primary motivation, however, is not to make them look like anything in particular, but simply to engage in a process with the media that leads to something formally engaging.  In this case, the contrast between the dense dark puddles of ink and the thin stringy lines sets up an active dynamic that pushes through the elongated format of the paper.  Motion and delicacy meets obstinate blobbery in a space of controlled convergence.