Drawing. Scratches on a surface. The instinctual need to make marks. It has been with those of us who feel it since the beginning of time. My personal joy is ink on paper and those wonderful scratches that open up worlds to me. The simplicity of the white of the paper and the blackness of the ink, of the two opposites that meld together and complement each other in their own kind of balance, hold a wonderment of possibilities for me.