Sometimes lines flow effortlessly. The hand hatching and smudging in quiet ardour, and until the work is complete calls from the external world go unheard. Drawings born like this are of things that do not yet exist. „Not yet” or „not any more” is the answer to my hasty questions fidgeting unanswered on the threshold of an inner sanctuary.
Sometimes brows are gathered, the line struggles to continue forth, the tongue slightly protruding and tiny quivers on the face are signs of anxiety. At such times the aim is to show what is extant, a thing whose seeming perfection cannot equal the secrets of drawings drawn upon the soul.