I use line to carve form on paper. Sometimes a mark seems to instantly describe a form in a specific moment: the slope of a nose, the tuck of a chin. More often, the image betrays evidence of the hand dancing crazily around the page waiting to find its groove. In the end, when I’m lucky, these marks and loops and tints have caught a subject in that small, still gap between past and future, in some intersection of their being and mine.

Various sizes and dates
Typically conté or conté and oil wash