"I always varied pens but rarely drawing surfaces. Out of paper for a short time, I turned to the two inert materials: stone and bone. These inert materials seemed so ordinary! This is not the case. They are still “living” materials: rough, bold, smooth, cracked, absorbent …. Taming the variety of surfaces on a volume is a real adventure!
So I put aside the paper and canvas fabric to experiment with new drawing sensations.
Hand fits. The fingers feel every bumps. The spirit leaves guided by reliefs. The tip of the pen folds and unfolds. I even had the feeling that this matter thank me for taking care of.
Today, I look differently. I understand them differently. This experience has enriched my own drawing skills. The “inert and dead” matter, gave me some lessons. The following images are the result.”
Men aren’t afraid of us screaming in their faces, or passionately debating their bullshit. They are, however, fucking terrified of women gathering and being angry together. They don’t laugh at that, do they?
I deal with this too much and I’m done with it. I know clearly its because they know they could kill me with their bare hands and be given sympathy. It’s one of the most powerless feelings