Art is the Elimination of the Unnecessary (Pablo Picasso)
I woke up from a dream, or perhaps because of one. Although I did not recall what fantasy I had lived during the early hours of the morning, I recalled that I was surrounded by people made of lines. Pencil lines. A dream in black and white. And I found a pencil, few untouched sheets of water colour painting, and after my morning walk with my dog, I thought I would sketch what I saw. … It had been decades since I had sketched with a pencil. In my teenage years I used to favour charcoal drawing over oil. And it was always freehand, with a starting point that leads itself to lines. And I just followed the moment, almost as a diary. Atop this post is the first sketch I made. It ended up a man, perhaps in biblical attire, leaning against a tree. And then, as I thought I had felt in my dream, memories of people past surrounded the man and the tree. I took another sheet, and this time it was a woman that appeared. The interesting part was that the visit of “people pas...
