I came to this most recent series of drawings (2025-2026) the way I came to most things in the last decade of my life: without a plan. Some pieces — FEBRUARY, MARCH — fill the entire field, thousands of interlocking biomorphic forms that read as controlled from a distance and overwhelming up close. Others — DECEMBER, UNTITLED — hold their forms loosely in open space, clusters of intensity connected by lines that wander freely, like thought, like memory, like the path a life actually takes. MIRANDA is the work I return to and identify with most: it begins in grid — architectural, almost rigid — and then dissolves downward into cascading organic complexity. Order becoming proliferation. A plan becoming a life. The line goes down. I don’t know what it will become. I follow it anyway.