I often think about the architecture of my mind, as described by the marks I make when I draw. Defined shapes, straight lines, marked points of intersection, net-like floating grids, seismographic scribbles, and rhythmic loops are elements that reveal shifts in energy, and the conflict and frustration that comes with that.
Like an automated slide show of incongruous ideas and feelings, the one constant is the inconstancy, the variability, the state of flux.
There is the desire to define location, gain a sense of orientation and direction, and most importantly, to determine a fixed point of reference.
Kind of like wishing upon my own North Star.