Flapping Out

I do not chase the lines in their scampering off. Most of the time, I started journeying without a pre-meditated thought, while the pen led me to the convulsive. Although some recurrent patterns exist, the form is inspired in the succession of moments getting dressed for the self. The destined does not capitulate to the expected. What is molded into, is not an artistic challenge. It is the curving language of a revelation. What was once curled and thrown out, had become what is kept. I have no idea where the drawings I had sketched during my university years are. I will try to share what has survived the day.

04/02/2006

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