Done Without Deciding: When the Arm Keeps Moving

The best strokes happen when you stop asking permission from the canvas.

The best strokes happen when you stop asking permission from the canvas.

The coral slash hesitates halfway down, and I left it there because that is what the arm did.

The arm kept moving past the canvas edge—this is a section of a bigger movement.

The violet field wanted to stay whole. I broke it with one orange sweep and walked away.

One mark, held at the edge of release.

A four-metre brushstroke that folds back before it reaches the edge.

One black stroke on chrome yellow, held at four metres until I believed it.

Two gestures that could meet but never do—the tension is the whole point.

The vertical fall breaks rhythm halfway down, and I left it that way.

Two colours forced together until the friction becomes the subject.
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