The day in the studio doesn’t always begin with a pencil… Often, before the first gesture, there is the slow turning of covers, the weight of a book pulled from the shelf. Certain titles stay close — not for their novelty, but for the way they hold a kind of steady presence. These are not…
Some days, the studio doesn’t begin with drawing—but with the slow gathering of what’s always been there. The objects closest to the hand, the ones chosen without thought, lined along the table in quiet witness. Not everything is new. Not everything needs to be. But each tool holds its own kind of invitation—silent, familiar, waiting….