Some people have told me that my work reminds them of the works of the late artist Keith Haring. Yeah, I can see the common elements, but I lack the street wise edginess of his art. My tangled lines are quiet contemplation and introspection, his tangles are exuberant emotion: celebration, fury and loss.
In this work, I am quoting myself. I have taken a macro view of the maze 0064 Usnea longissima 3 and redrawn it as a stand alone maze. I also repainted the coloring for this intense close up view.
The name, "Whitewater Mountain Biking" comes from what I imagine in the tangled lines. I see an out of control bicyclist launching over handbars as the bike tumbles into foaming whitewater. Perhaps, then it is a self portrait, as it seems that I have crashed off mountain bike trails into boulder strewn creeks more often than most people.
The maze itself is trivial in comparison to my full sized mazes. I didn't put a formal entrance/exit pair in this image. There is exactly one path between any two points, so it is up to the solver to select the start and end.