Well this is the result of a resolution of a certain shortage (or dryness) that plagued me for a week or so. During this deprivation, the process of drawing selfdestructed after just a few scribbles. It was almost impossible to see the worth in whatever random marks resulted and the faith necessary to continue was just not forthcoming. However, on the arrival of fresh supplies, suddenly any shape that I set down suddenly became interesting and justified just by its existence. Continuing to draw became a journey to see what final configuration these shapes would reach, and what strange images I could dredge up from wherever it is I dredge this shit up from.