Riding my bike down a country road last year, I was stopped in my tracks by the most graceful tar lines covering the cracks in the asphalt. We’ve all seen these tar lines pretty much everywhere, our entire lives, and mostly ignore them. But this day, they seemed to jump off the road.

I respond to organic shapes, often dancing their lines and shapes with my body, when out walking in the woods or along a road. My paintings reflect this dance, and when I saw those tar lines, I felt them dancing inside me. I got off my bike and took photos and a video walking down the middle of the road.