Loose cream loops and squiggles chase each other across a deep teal ground, circling back over blocks of mustard, coral, and lilac like a hand that can’t stop doodling in the margins. The underlying color sits in calm, broad patches — the kind of palette that would read as restful on its own — but the looping cream line refuses to let it settle, spiraling and doubling back in open rings that catch on every color block it crosses. Willy Go Round earns its name honestly: nothing here moves in a straight line. It’s circular logic turned into composition, color grounding the canvas while the scribble keeps it spinning.
Loose cream loops and squiggles chase each other across a deep teal ground, circling back over blocks of mustard, coral, and lilac like a hand that can’t stop doodling in the margins. The underlying color sits in calm, broad patches — the kind of palette that would read as restful on its own — but the looping cream line refuses to let it settle, spiraling and doubling back in open rings that catch on every color block it crosses. Willy Go Round earns its name honestly: nothing here moves in a straight line. It’s circular logic turned into composition, color grounding the canvas while the scribble keeps it spinning.
