I'm outlining with increasing vortex spirals, the atmospheric swirling space that occupies the gap between the eye and surface of the paper. These lines translate into maps of the interior life. An automatic drawing hand is attached only by invisible electrical impulse. I attempt to record the unconscious with a language of swirl and crosshatch. I witness an expanding cloud contained somewhat by paper margin and the peripheral eye. I make no attempt to contrive the outcome. Full reign is allowed to the freewheeling spirit of creativity.