The drawing below is only incidentally about the flash of a hurrying workman’s hand to retain his cap in a gust of wind.
It’s really all about the scurry and placement, the dance of the artist’s hand, across a page to enable and register, at high speed, the correct distribution and pressure of soft charcoal lines in the best possible composition; the art of artless effort.
Mine this careless calligraphy of hand, heart, soul.


My right hand draws my left but the only meaning resides in the marks of the pen as the nib contacts the texture of the paper surface; the accumulation of the marks are in the form of a hand but the content and context are transmuted into artistry.






