Just a few more pages, my friends, just a few more pages. Just a few more days, just a few more days. I think it might be time to post more up to date images from maybe one of the moleskine sketchbooks again. The last one hundred pages might have been too predictable or too abstract for some visitors. Many of them decided not to come back. It is my fault as well, of course. SOme of the drawings are drawings because they are not very well translatable into written language, this is why they are drawings in the first place. But I just should have not expected for the visitors to come here again and again and again to just hear me lament about the current world events and barely say anything about the presented drawings.
The pieces here are three years old now. They come from a time when I was so happy to have found a certain visual language, that I would translate even the tiniest moments into it. It is not easy for me to now retrack these triggers, and maybe I should not try, after all, these drawings are not strictly illustrations to lost stories. They are beginnings of things, not finals, endings.
Just a few more pages, my friend, just a few more pages. Just a few more days, just a few more days. Come back, yes? See you again tomorrow?