I was inspired to draw something bohemian in the middle of boring daily routines. To raise my interest, I drew some bugs and abstract forms on paper. It was refreshing because I don’t pick up a traditional pen so often anymore. Eventually the bugs got lost from the painting (except one), but the abstract smoke thing survived.
I don’t like to give names to my paintings because I’m not a wordsmith. It makes me feel like two-year-old putting some odd finger painting on top of everything. Yet I do it, because they’re my babies and babies needs names.