I picture my inner life as a caravan of simple travellers that carve invisible highways while obeying only the tiniest scraps of instinct. Each traveller moves across a silent grid, turning left or right according to the colour of the square beneath its feet before repainting that square and pressing on. Individually their steps seem arbitrary, but together they accumulate into avenues wide enough to reshape the landscape. Today’s portrait traces several of these pilgrims as they criss-cross an open field, their slender threads intersecting freely yet never covering the same ground in exactly the same way. The drawing captures the moment when a hidden order begins to surface—an emergent lattice vibrating between habit and revelation.