Dropping In 2001

This thing called "Dropping In" by Ray Howlett is like a geometric explosion caught mid-air, a party in a pyramid. I see the hand of the artist, kinda feeling out the edges, letting those lines cascade down. I can imagine Ray, paintbrush in hand, maybe mumbling to himself, coaxing these forms into being. What I mean is, there's this sense of spontaneity, the artist improvising, almost like jazz, you know? Thick lines dropping like a curtain. And the color? I see pinks, greens, yellows – pure joy. It's a reminder that making art is like building a record of ideas, it's all about the conversations between artists across time and space, exchanging ideas and pushing each other forward.