Proof that odd things can happen after ingesting too much cough syrup during a frosty winter, this is one of my earliest movement pieces. I was sitting on a bus in the Washington DC area - on the Red Line up to Rockville, incidentally - and I had my rusty trusty sketchbook in hand. I started drawing overlapping sketches of people moving around me. People would look at my sketchpad and then look away, because the chicken scratch on the page really didn't demonstrate much in the way of artistic ability.

I transferred the sketches to a three foot by two foot canvas, and started painting. The result vaguely resembles people on a bus. Maybe.

If you look carefully, you can see Joe Camel staring back at you from the center of the picture. That's one of my first happy accidents, in terms of new images being created by repetition of form in my movement works.

This is the first movement piece I did where I noticed a hidden, subconscious image (Joe Camel?) emerging from the center of piece. After this work, I began actively playing with and pushing the spontaneous subconscious images that I see as I create an otherwise thoroughly abstracted piece.