In my own studio, I have two main bad habits: drawing on every surface and spilling ink all over my materials. My solution to those two inevitabilities is to always make sure there are sheets of blotter paper beneath projects that I'm working on. I typically continue using these sheets until they are completely soaked with spilled materials and dumb doodles and then recycle the entire thing (after photographing any good ideas that made it into the mix). But this time I can't bring myself to follow through with that recycling process just yet.

​There is a history of work and chance embedded in these cotton fibers and trying to connect the lines made from cleaning my brushes with the shapes left by seeping ink is one of the more addictive distractions available in my studio. 

I don't know what it will all turn into and I have no intention of pushing it one direction or another. For now it feels like a little garden I am cultivating, maybe more like a patch of weeds in a garbage pile, and I'm happy just waiting to see what kinds of fruits and flowers might appear.