The Stairs

After an afternoon in the city I go back home and sit at my computer with the graphic tablet and a desire to draw what I have observed in town.  Sometimes I take pictures, as a reference, of this sort of inspiration. Of course by the end of the work my drawings are quite different from either the pictures or from where I started off, so many changes in the process of drawing have happened. Many of these are unintentional, just by chance. For example two people that, when I started the drawing, were two chess players inside a bar, have become a woman and a man having a row in an apartment room (Apartment). A woman standing on a phone box now is a man hanging his clothes (Sunday Morning).

So it is the vitality of that woman or of those two players, the vitality I observed during my time in town that I try to transfer to the pages of my drawings. Nothing much is left of their original features or their environment, and their psychology is gone as well. When the drawing is completed if I like or enjoyed it, I consider it a very joyful process, one also full of accidents and pleasant surprises. And yet if the drawing does not please me, I end by being very upset (Should this have brought me closer to understand my father’s high moments of despair, tension and agony?).