I do so hate that this piece was destroyed. I keep thinking about rebuilding it if I ever get the space to do it again. The light on the strings was mesmerizing and so beautiful. One of my favorite pieces so far (I'm a tough critic, too).
I've been looking at some of my older work lately and thinking about incorporating those older ideas into the new work, juxtaposing the chaotic with the ordered quality of my dotted, stippled, and detailed drawings. I like their ephemeral quality and think that daintiness alongside some of the more aggressive marks could be really interesting visually, as well as metaphorically.