Diary 2025 -
A diary of daily drawings—gestural, lyrical, neo-abstract expressions—is an ongoing act of creation that balances on the edge of meaning and its absence. Each mark resists resolution, existing instead as a trace, a gesture, an expression of the tension between sense and nonsense. This is not a practice of searching for truth but of enacting it, not through fixed conclusions but through the process itself.
The figure eight emerges as a recurring form, a loop that evokes infinity yet resists being pinned down. Its organic motion echoes the rhythms of life: chaotic, unpredictable, alive. Like the figure eight, the diary refuses to settle into singular interpretations. Its pages unfold as landscapes of movement, where meaning is transient and the marks invite not comprehension but witnessing.
Drawing daily transforms the diary into a garden—not a structured or ornamental garden but one of wild growth, abstraction, and movement. Each stroke becomes a sprout, each loop a tendril reaching outward, alive with possibility. This garden is untamed, flourishing without a master plan, thriving in its own messy vitality. It is a nature that does not seek to justify itself but simply exists, growing and evolving in its own time.
The diary reflects this unruly nature, where chaos and rhythm coexist. Its pages capture the interplay between order and disorder, the deliberate and the accidental. Creation becomes an act of layering, a process of adding, erasing, and transforming, where each mark holds the residue of its predecessors. Like life, it is full of repetition and variation, constantly shifting and refusing to settle.
Time is given form through this practice. Each page becomes a fragment of lived experience, a record of motion and thought. Yet this is not a space for grand revelations or definitive statements. The diary’s power lies in its embrace of ambiguity. Some drawings resonate deeply; others seem nonsensical. Yet together, they form a continuum, a rhythm of existence that neither demands nor offers explanations.
Meaning, here, is fluid. It rises, dissolves, and rises again, like water pooling and evaporating. The diary does not impose answers but leaves space for what is fleeting, for what cannot be fully grasped. In its refusal to fix meaning, it becomes a celebration of the act of making itself—an affirmation of the transient beauty of life and art.
This is not surrender but freedom. The diary’s marks do not seek to represent or resolve but to exist as gestures of life in motion. Each page becomes a celebration of creation as an open-ended process: a ritual of returning, of making, of being. Like the figure eight, the diary loops endlessly, not as a symbol but as an act of vitality—an ongoing dialogue between presence and absence.
It is in this dialogue that the diary’s profundity lies. By refusing the weight of imposed meaning, it embraces the vitality of what cannot be defined. Each mark, each loop, each messy layer becomes a reminder that to create is not merely to produce but to live. The diary invites its maker—and its witness—into the infinite play of becoming, where meaning and meaninglessness intertwine, and the act of creation reflects the unstructured essence of life itself.