Drawing outside the box

Today's offering.

Longer days, shorter nights

I haven't been able to stop working on this piece, but here's what it looks like right now.

And then there's this...

I began with the same process as the last posting and set out to push it farther. Somehow it got away from me.
What I thought would happen was: the stuff I found would be subtle and ethereal, the movement gentle, floating just into and back out of reach.
What I found was a cacophony of clashing, layered-up 'objects' rushing no where fast. (Why are there objects?)
I guess I'm finding the space between me and everything else is filled with lots of, hmmm, I don't know what.
I'll try again tomorrow.

Heaven is a place where nothing ever happens

I was on the sofa this morning drawing and wondering what would the air/space around me look like if I could see it? The heat kicked on and warm air floated into the room. The cat wandered by leaving a slight ripple in her wake. I shifted position and felt a whisper of air move.
This brings me back to an old interest in the spaces in between things, the spaces around us. An old interest not fully explored.

La casa

I found a cool site filled with x-rays of seashells and was fascinated to see the interior of these beautiful houses. My drawing is not nearly the pristine, graceful interpretation I intended, but the imperfect slogging-away rendering that it had to be.
That's not to say I didn't enjoy it; I did. Its value for me is in the process, the repetitive nature of cross-hatching, the lovely feel of that cheap pen on good paper, and the meditative spirit in which I worked.
This piece is larger than my usual sketchbook work, about 17 x 32 inches.

Patterns

Today I'm thinking about where these drawings are taking me... not just inside, but inside and down to the small particles of self.
I'm always wondering about where we come from, what makes life alive, and I'm looking for the tiny natural patterns created by life forms growing and changing. What's actually inside a cell, for instance.
Patterns interest me because of their repetitive nature and the ritual that implies when drawing. Here's a way-cool example in the conus textile - beautiful shell - I found on Wikipedia.

Well, sort of visceral, oozy and alive

I love how a series of fading lines gives way to the illusion of light.