Vanishing Talking Points

Architecture teaches me so much about composition. If you reduced a Frank LLoyd Wright house down to just lines, it would still work as an evocative layout.

So here I am, enjoying a few rhythmic lattices on this disheveled Thai apartment building. Or was it Korean? I can't keep track of my flickr travels. Please don't sue me for using other people's pics - I can't afford to fly to Asia every time I feel like drawing.

Here's a detail, I love the look of magnified drawings. It's like listening to your favorite song with headphones and hearing the little things, like sounds reverberating in the drums.

BTW - this is my little sketchbook. I hate the glossy paper and the way pencil looks on it, but this disdain has actually given me more freedom to draw without hope of a masterpiece.

My other sketchbook has become so ridiculously precious to me that I barely touch it.