I’ve had this drawing in my head for awhile. While doing the dishes, while walking outside, while talking with my daughter, while preparing food for dinner. Ideas float around. Lately I want to make drawings of what happens in between art making. Where does the art come from? Does it exist when I am doing dishes? Does it exist when I am feeling stressed out and frazzled? There is something so reassuring that anything you experience can become a drawing; can become art.