Estrangement in a Strange Land Painting

I don’t really have a clue why this body of work is what I painted. The closest I can come to understanding why is that, after my Mom’s passing last May, I was terribly sad and thoroughly exhausted. It seemed impossible to muster up any passion, desire or energy for making art. However, I began painting these meandering, curving lines. Doing so soothed me. The wavy lines began to interest me and making them began to satisfy me and after a bit, the pattern became a part of the process. I liked the feeling of trailing along to see where the line wanted to go. That kept me working in my studio. After the first two or three paintings, I laid in more complex layers, some of which were scraped back in order to leave a more compelling footprint echo for the surface line.