Drawing is like breathing...
Breath in deeply to draw inspiration from my emotions,
somewhere on the criss-cross paths
in the far depths of my memory… of my entrails
I rummage through this entanglement
of prejudices and ideas, matured or aborted,
inherited from I know not whom… received
I know not whence...
Breath out deeply to spit this bag of bones
on to paper.
Pell-mell I draw my figures with black ink and
throw them into a dream world that is both
ferocious and tender.
Then I leave it to the spectator to find her own story.