drawings — Musings about art and related topics

Madrid has always been my capital of inspiration. I love this city! When I moved there in 2002, I had been fascinated by the raw life of the people in the parks and streets. These are a few drawings from that time and also some about a personal mishap. Drawings have rarely been a means of expression for me; most of these are studies for paintings. There is something about the white paper, which is causing a terrible shyness within me. Like a young lover whose open mouth does not emit any sound, my hand does not move. A drawing needs to be of the highest purity for me, and as I can just not imagine the first, second or third line, nothing comes. Therefore I need the support of something to draw and study and nothing more, without pretense. This is also why I am very happy having found embroidery, because here I can draw without white paper and pencil.