Returning to the drawing. Drawing as the perfect exercise in ease: from the figurative to the abstract. The line as a primordial element, as the origin of the drawing. The line can be read as a contour, border or limit. The line ends up being translated into the outline of a wall, a plane or a road. The line as the origin of drawing and therefore of architecture.
Drawing, too, as an exercise in reflection, relaxation, the hand does what the eye observes. Without much thought, she releases light and lively strokes, trying to understand what the eye is seeing, or allowing herself to do what only she knows.
Find answers or paths of oneself in the drawing, in practice, not to be better but to be oneself.
One not only draws what he sees, but what one is. Whether copying a still life, a nude or a landscape, one will always end up portraying oneself. That is the meaning of art, to find yourself in what you look at and in how you look at it. The hand carries out the physical act, the action, the translation.
Drawing is an activity in which the search is different from that of writing or photography. One tries to explain what images or words cannot. The ingenuity, the childish tone, again the abstraction, are some of the qualities found when drawing; accessibility, the ease of taking a pencil or a crayon and starting to draw is something that we will hardly find in another activity.