Just starting work with a Compass

When I first picked up a compass, I expected simple circles—clean lines, smooth rotations, nothing more. I didn’t realize that the smallest adjustment of the compass point could change everything. A millimeter to the left, and a new geometry revealed itself. A slight shift in spacing, and suddenly the page opened into flowers, stars, interlocking forms I’d never planned.

I began experimenting, not to design perfection, but to follow where the circle wanted to go. With each new placement of the point, the drawing responded like a conversation. I learned that geometry isn’t something you force—it’s something you discover.

These shapes were silently teaching me. Precision matters, but so does intuition. Patterns emerge only when you show up with patience. A drawing grows the same way a person does: through repeated practice, subtle shifts, and the quiet realization that small movements can change everything.

The compass gave me circles. The circles gave me insight.