In 2017, during my first year in Brooklyn, I’d go on late-night walks. Restless and uncertain, I resigned to putting one foot in front of the other, letting my thoughts follow suit. These drawings were born of a similar logic: put down one pen stroke, then another, continue, see what happens. Feel your way through to some semblance of completion. What resulted were expressions of a vast universe, with the horizon line, or lack thereof, as a point of orientation. Above the buildings as I walked, I’d still be looking for orion’s belt.