I’m following the traces. Endless lines. There are also breaking lines where they end ambiguously. Not only continuesly but also snicked suddenly. There are gaps between them. There’s nothing to cover those gaps. They should stay as they are. The stretcher is standing there in a dysfunctional way. It’s never gonna work again. The most recent on the traces of human beings-wrinkles. The tracks don’t show us how he was sleeping last time. No clue. I draw on the wrinkles, but everything is abstract. I can’t get an image. I don’t know who’s reaching out or not. I’m just drawing.
Handmade Charcoal on Paper and Fabric, Brick, 2019