Playing with the line is, to my mind, I imagine like playing jazz. The notes have been learnt, the portraits drawn and the skills learnt so now its time to play. Its somehow wonderful to put pen on paper and see where it wants to go – to follow the line. It’s like a doodle though I am starting to think its a lot more. I drew this dancer when my mind was elsewhere – my conscious mind that it. She is just a sketch and yet someone seeing her said how sad she was, another commented on how fragile she was, another on her strength.
She is a feeling on paper.