A line is a dot that went for a walk. -Paul Klee
I love the mark makers ... their obsessive-compulsive scratchings, their lines, their dots, their diagonals and cross-hatches. Their marks make little pathways for me to wander. Their colors take my breath away ... each time, I think: this is my favorite one.
Note: If you click on a picture, you will be taken to that artist’s website.
I love to make marks, too. Once I start, it’s so impossible to know when to stop. So ... I won’t stop. I’ll just keep marking, cloth after cloth after cloth.