Micro Terrains returns me to a way of drawing that feels older than language. I work with a small screen, a loose mouse and the limits of Microsoft Paint. Nothing predicts or completes the line for me. There is no smoothing, no automation, only the shape my hand can make in the moment.

The pieces grow from the clumsy balance between memory and invention. They form small territories, improvised maps held together by colour and a thin white edge. Each one is a reminder that drawing can stay human even when the world offers faster ways to generate an image. The slow gesture is the part I want to keep.

This gallery will build itself slowly. I will add new pieces as they are made until the twelve are complete.