A fleeting idea is captured as it flies past my senses: between the pages of a book or a sound, a touch, a fragrance or a spoken word peeping over the window’s edge of my subconscious. Some strands of perception are suddenly knitted together between my inner and outer worlds: a metaphor I seem to recognise, a way to say something about someone or something without seeming banal.
Intimacy matters. Drawing catches a thought, an idea, uncritically and in all its freshness. Drawing on everyday life without rehearsal. Perhaps there is a kind of poetry and a deeper, more complex narrative in the drawing of a moment than in artworks that require hours of arduous application.
Drawing is a kind of code of communication between the very ancient and the very new in art. Drawings from the past inform the drawer of the future.
I am informed. I inform.