When prevailed upon to leave the house, I always bring paper and pen.
Like a form of productive dreaming, my drawings deconstruct and reconstruct the constant visual input of my waking life and serve both as exploration and relief.
My brain gets de-fragged... and I get a lovely little work of art in the process!
My rambling, ramshackle, loose, lanky, limber line drawings are done in ink, with no fussing around with fiddly pencil sketches: either draw it or don't, that's my motto.
When on location, I draw the entire scene in one spontaneous, fluid stream of 'noticing' rather than penciling it out and composing and tightening and inking. I go straight for ink and paper and let composition and focus reveal itself.
I believe an inky line marks the shortest distance between two points -- between two synapses. In drawing, I am most interested in structures, systems, rhythm... I also have a passing interest in texture but almost none in the human figure.
I start with no plan and let the ink roll where it may. I've been drawing a long time and have learned how to wrangle mercury: either self-correct and keep that drawn line on course, or know when it's lost and start anew!