My hand knows what to do before my mind catches up.
I’m sitting at my worktable with ten art notes laid out in front of me—five versions each of two paintings. The base images are the same, printed from original work, but my hand is making each one different.
A white pen here. A gold spiral there. Green vertical lines that weren’t planned but feel absolutely right.
This is how the original paintings were made, too. Pure instinct. Fluid movement. My hand reaching for colors and making marks without consulting my brain. And now, as I embellish each print, that same trust is showing up again.
There’s something intimate about working at this scale. These are small art notes, not expansive canvases. I can hold each one, turn it, get close to it.
Each one gets its own conversation. I pick one up and my hand starts moving—dots clustering here, lines flowing there, metallic accents catching the light in ways I couldn't have predicted.
The interesting thing about repetition is how it can actually free you. When I look at five versions of the same base image, I’m not trying to make them match or follow a plan. Instead, each one becomes its own small world. I’m not making multiples—I’m making siblings. Each of these clearly belongs to a family, but none feel interchangeable.
My hand moves. The marks appear. Each one becomes an original all over again.
I’m embellishing ten art notes right now, working toward five complete sets for The Limited Edition Curated Collection. When you purchase a set, you’ll be choosing the practice, not the outcome.
This is the practice underneath the product. This is what it looks like when I get out of my own way.
More to come as these evolve. For now, I’m just here with my pens, letting my hand do what it knows how to do.
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