I loved the piece of paper where someone wrote my name and the random handwriting and patterns I left in my notebook. It was evidence of the brief intermingling of our worlds. Whenever I revisit these drawings, I go back to then and there, the space where the lines are frozen, the time where the images are sealed, harboring hidden emotions, obscure clues.
I like to make abstract line drawings. There is no concrete theme in the paintings, each one is a trace of my emotions at the moment. Inspiration is sometimes clear, sometimes silent, but I record it faithfully with my brush - including those moments when I “don't know what I'm thinking”.
