I was sitting at the table, watching my one-year-old daughter hold a pencil. Her tiny fingers gripped it strangely, yet with purpose, as she dragged it across the paper. The lines she made were wild and chaotic—no structure, no rules. Just exploration.
I couldn’t look away. Her doodles mirrored something I’d seen before: my own. Those impulsive, thoughtless strokes I used to make when my mind was spinning too fast to catch a single thought.
In that moment, I knew what I wanted to create.
I chose one color—a deliberate choice to focus the chaos. Using my tools, I let the lines take over: long, sweeping strokes that felt like letters but dissolved into something unreadable. Scribbles became compositions. Thick lines met thin ones, and rhythm emerged from the noise.
The phrases came next, short and cryptic: "nonsense but nice," "no time for fancy," "life is a game play it." Words spilled from the chaos, begging to be interpreted but offering no easy answers.
The process felt like calming a storm—channeling the whirlwind in my mind into something tangible. Something curious. Something alive.
Now, when people see my work, I hope they pause. I hope they let their own thoughts drift, caught in the rhythm of the lines and the playful ambiguity of the words. Because sometimes, the beauty of chaos isn’t in making sense of it but simply being present in it.
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Thoughts? Feel free to reach me out art@marypavlova.com.
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