MICROGENESIS
The Night My Mini Worlds Finally Made Sense
For the past month, I’ve been working on what I’ve been calling my “furniture drawings” — a whole series of line-based 8×10 pieces filled with patterns, rhythmic motions, and visual density. I’ve been drawing more than normal, sometimes late into the night, slicing up the page with ink and motion, not entirely sure what the endpoint was.
I knew I liked the work.
I knew something was happening.
But I didn’t know what the work wanted to become.
Then tonight happened.
And something clicked in a way I didn’t expect.
I. The Evening Started in Pain, Not Insight
This wasn’t a peaceful studio night.
I was hurting.
Lonely.
Thinking about Gigi’s silence (not her real name), and feeling that familiar ache — the one where your chest feels heavy and your stomach tightens and you don’t know what to do with yourself.
So I did the only thing that ever feels like choosing myself:
I started drawing.
No plan.
No big intention.
Just trying not to drown.
Oingo Boingo’s “Imposter” was already spinning, too bright and nervous to match my mood, which was exactly why it worked. By the time Suburban Lawns’ “Intellectual Rock” kicked in, the guitars were slicing up the silence for me; I didn’t have to.
Music blasting.
Bumble conversations popping up.
My emotions swinging all over the place.
And then time disappeared.
It was 4:00 pm.
Suddenly it was 8:30.
Four and a half hours gone — swallowed by line, motion, and ink.
Somewhere between Linkin Park’s “Runaway” and System of a Down’s “Boom,” the rhythm took over completely. The pen moved in tempo, each stroke a downbeat. I wasn’t thinking about composition anymore, only percussion.
II. A Month of Work Suddenly Took Shape
I picked up old drawings.
Revised them.
Added new motion.
Shifted lines.
Tightened patterns.
Let the rhythm take over.
And somewhere in that flow, I did something I’ve done before — but tonight, it landed differently:
I took one of my 8×10 drawings and mentally divided it into 2½ × 3½-inch rectangles.
Artist trading card size.
ATC size.
The miniature scale I’ve always loved.
I’d done this before, but only as a test.
Tonight, it felt obvious.
Necessary.
Natural.
Each segment wasn’t a fragment —
it was a complete artwork.
A world.
A universe.
A tiny, living system of line and motion.
And suddenly I saw it:
This wasn’t a collection of furniture drawings.
This wasn’t a random exploration.
This was a birth.
III. MicroGenesis — the Emergence of the Small
When the playlist finally went quiet, it felt like the breath between songs—that suspended hush before the next track loads. Out of that stillness, the word arrived.
As soon as the name came to me, I felt it in my whole body:
MICROGENESIS
The birth of the small.
It fits everything I’ve been doing:
- the morphogenetic linework
- the sense of emergence
- the tiny universes unfolding inside a page
- the cellular, evolving, rhythmic nature of the drawings
- the fact that each segment becomes a complete world
Suddenly, the past month made sense.
Suddenly, every drawing felt connected.
Suddenly, I wasn’t just making minis —
I was building MicroGenesis, a whole universe of 2.5” x 3.5” pattern worlds.
The big pieces weren’t meant to stay big.
They were meant to be broken open.
Revealed.
Distilled.
MicroGenesis isn’t something I invented tonight.
It’s something I recognized tonight.
Something I’ve been circling for weeks without having the language, the container, or the identity for it.
IV. Why the Miniature Format Works Perfectly
My style thrives at a small scale.
It always has.
The minis:
- pull the viewer in
- demand attention
- feel intimate and alive
- hold complexity without overwhelming
- lean into pattern, density, and rhythm
- invite emotion
- feel personal
Each one feels like a small secret.
A pocket universe.
A tiny system of motion that fits in your hand.
The big drawings are beautiful — but the minis make the patterns sing.
The shift in sound helped: Foo Fighters bleeding into Nirvana, distortion melting into melody. The smaller the drawing became, the clearer everything sounded.
I didn’t realize until tonight that I’ve been building toward this format for years.
V. The Emotional Truth Behind the Breakthrough
Here’s the part that feels most honest:
MicroGenesis didn’t arrive on a night of clarity or peace.
It arrived on a night when I was trying to forget how lonely I felt.
It arrived because I needed something to hold onto.
Something to lose myself in.
Something that felt like mine.
Drawing saved me tonight — again.
It gave me a place to put the pain.
And in the middle of all that, something new was born.
Slipknot’s “Me Inside” came on then—pure compression, fury collapsing into rhythm. I let it drive my hand instead of my thoughts. Each line was a lyric I didn’t have to say out loud.
Not from joy.
Not from stability.
From survival, motion, and instinct.
Sometimes breakthroughs show up exactly when your heart feels most broken.
VI. MicroGenesis Begins Now
So here it is:
MICROGENESIS
A series of 2½ × 3½-inch line worlds.
Tiny universes born from larger ecosystems.
Ink + intuition + emergence.
When the heaviness finally eased, The Killers’ “When You Were Young” slipped through my headphones, a melody about believing again. It felt like a small permission to hope.
This is going to become:
- a full series
- an Instagram collection
- a Substack visual drop
- a zine
- a future exhibition
- maybe a book
- and definitely a recognizable identity in my work
For the first time in a long time, I feel like I have a signature series that is truly mine.
Not because it’s perfect.
But because it feels alive.
VII. Closing — The Birth of Something Small, and Maybe Something Big
I didn’t plan any of this.
I didn’t sit down tonight with a strategy or a goal.
I sat down because I was hurting.
And four hours later, I ended up discovering the shape of something new.
The earbuds were silent now; only the rain kept time. The quiet felt earned, like the end of an album when you finally understand what the noise was for.
That’s how art works for me.
That’s how life works sometimes.
The small things—the tiny gestures—become the beginning of something bigger.
MicroGenesis.
The birth of the small.
The beginning of a new direction in my art.
Tiny worlds.
Infinite motion.
And somehow, in the middle of a hard night, exactly what I needed.
Even now, as the rain keeps time against the window, I can feel the ache that started all this. It hasn’t vanished; it’s just learned a new rhythm. The silence that used to swallow me is quieter now, replaced by the sound of ink sliding across paper—a language I finally understand.
P.S.
It still hurts—the silence, the noise, all of it.
But the lines are louder now, and they’re mine.
—Jeff
The next post will reveal what happens when these big worlds fracture into dozens of new ones.
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Before I cut them down, here are a few of the larger pieces—still intact, still breathing as single worlds.
On the chopping block v. 1-5 — downsized versions in the next post!
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Jeff Brackett
Artist • Writer • Educator
Exploring the intersections of art, autism, and human connection through the ongoing creative project Lines on the Spectrum — an illustrated memoir in progress.
https://www.jeffreymbrackett.com
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