Sweeping lines of magenta, gold, navy, olive, and crimson loop and coil across a luminous ground of soft lavender and green, their arcs large and generous, their energy completely unbothered by destination. Three seed-like forms — speckled with dots of color — rest within the looping lines like something growing inside the movement. At the bottom, the lines tangle into exuberant knots of pure play. There is no tension here, only the pleasure of the gesture itself — the line that goes where it wants and finds joy in the going.