I have a shell I like to draw. It’s my old friend, the subject I return to when I want to rediscover something. When I want to find a new way of thinking about visual things, I go back to my shell. It’s familiar shapes hold many mysteries — all new.
Meanwhile turning from my “serious” drawing, I pause and have some coffee. I doodle during my break. I let my pen go willy-nilly along whatever paths whimsy chooses. So I drew this while I sipped coffee. It was my break from a longer, more studied drawing. I tried to let my pen follow across the contours of the shell’s surface — along it matters not what directions — zig-zagging this way, that way. The technical name is “cross-contour” drawing. I was thinking along the lines too of something that computers are more adept at making, topological drawings.
In any case, these lines were lazy coffee, idle thoughts talking, stream of consciousness with a pen line, taking a break, kind of drawing.