Lined Leaves grew directly from Zebra Vase — the leaves that filled that vase, freed from it. I wanted to see what those same leaf forms might do on their own, given the whole page and no container to return to. The answer, it turns out, is simply grow.
This is a quiet work. Patient, botanical, each leaf individually rendered in fine hatching — a meditative process that asks nothing of the viewer except a moment of stillness. The stems rise from the bottom of the frame and spread upward naturally, the way plants actually do, without being arranged or composed into anything more than what they are.
It was one of the first works I made when drawing found me again. I have a particular affection for it because of that — and because simplicity, done with attention, is never as simple as it looks.
