Squinting eyes, spilled ultramarine stain, closed eyes, wide nostrils, sharp contour lines. I flow loosely, letting myself be carried away by emotions. I apply the subsequent fragments freely, intuitively. One emerges from another. I am greedy and curious. Sharp fangs, skull outline, transparent blotch of yellow. So many facets and moods. Each spot, each streak is a possibility, a beginning of something new.
The series is an unknown for me. It emerged from a lack of ideas. It's a variation on contexts and colors. It's a loose look at how I perceive the environment. It's the work of my mind. The theme of the drawing is pure improvisation. The story writes itself. The viewer will decide for themselves what the work represents. Everything in the picture is accidental. Of course, if someone believes in its existence.
