Before a line reaches the wall, it comes into being somewhere else: in a quiet moment, on a train, at the kitchen table, late at night when the city is already asleep. Sketches are like small sparks to me – ideas that don’t yet know what they will become, but have already started to glow.
When I draw, the world around me fades away. The fineliner scratches softly across the paper, music plays in the background, and suddenly a letter appears, then another, then a flow. Some sketches remain raw, others continue to grow, and some disappear into a stack of old notebooks, only to resurface years later like time capsules.
Sketches are my training ground, my diary, my laboratory. This is where I test what might later work on the wall – or what might not. This is where forms are allowed to wobble, ideas are allowed to stumble, and lines are still learning where they want to go.
The drawings you find here are exactly that: insights into my process. Unfiltered, honest, sometimes chaotic, sometimes surprisingly clear. They show how a style grows, changes, and finds itself again.
