Few days ago I went to a “Drawing Jam”, to draw live models while some musicians play very nice music (sometimes bossa, jazz, blues..)
It was a fantastic moment albeit the poor light and my personal entanglement with the sheets of paper, the pencils and so on…
Draw a live model is a challenge that I did not take quite some time,
and having to deal with a palpitating beauty of marble adds unexpected winks to the task.
From the beginning I knew it would be impossible to convey what the senses perceived…
…so I sailed away on the experimentation, like long ago I do not do.
The drawing of a live model is an act of love, a sensual dialogue if you will.
Beyond the inherent beauty of this model, with all the people I had to draw, I felt this strange connection.
Between stroke and stroke, are hidden a thousand glimpses,
and from the infinite dimensions that shaped that moment, only these two survive.
Rough as cave paintings, silent, intriguing…