“Archipelago”-a chain of islands, or an expanse of water with many islands. It is the name that came to mind when I looked at this new work on paper. And it is amazing to me that such a title appeared for it is not a term that I often, if ever, use.
But it seems to describe the image that came on the wrinkled, stained, and “dotted” topography of the half-sheet of my favorite paper, Okawara. It calls up ancient landscapes and mythological journeys, or perhaps the topographies of the imagination, of memory, of vaguely-remembered outposts of our dreams. “Archipelago” is a map of these and other invisible landscapes.