The page is silent until I mark it, a line is abstract until I make a letter. The letters become words; ideas, poems and history. In this transitional age of digital communication we still need touch and movement, metaphor and music. The hand, eye and brain work together turning the pages of a book.
I write with brushes and metal dip pens using inks and acrylic. The words might be layered like a palimpsest, weaving added for touch, colors and patterns for the eyes and binary code for transliteration.
I choose texts by various authors and more often now, add how the words resonate with me as marginalia.