Sketchbook 18 - When Work Hours Birth Dreams
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There's something about the space between meetings that breeds abstraction. Two sketches emerged from those gaps in the workday - moments when the mind wanders and the pen follows. They're like visual jazz - improvisations in ink and paper.

The further you get on hypothesis the slippery the road gets .

The dry pastels called for something more concrete, though. Three pieces emerged: a portrait catching light in unexpected angles, a singer lost in their song (you can almost hear the note they're holding), and a dancer frozen mid-motion, their body telling stories through tension and release.

Travel always shifts perspective. This time it gave birth to two contrasting pieces: one abstract, like thoughts scattered across paper, the other a giant monster emerging from woods - maybe it's been living there all along, waiting for someone to notice.
The series then dips into watercolor territory with a horned creature study. There's something vulnerable about it, despite its fearsome features. This theme of duality continues in a hollow head sketch where the form dissipates into space - a visual meditation on presence and absence.
this is also available in prints - Paintcollar / Cupick
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