Iterations: Blue 1122 ink and watercolor on paper
Things are festive and things seem to move more slowly and quietly then they did in the last few weeks. The beginning of the new year is a manufactured transition from one time-space to the next, but it is a transition none the less.
Inside, I start to feel my gears moving. Lit up the streets around me, there are so many things to be built and made.
The pen goes to the machinery that is starting to turn. Soon the smoke will billow and the engines will roar.
But for now there is just the machine, twisting and turning from blue calm to energized magentas. Placing each piston and sprocket in place to move up and forward.