Drawing is the foundation and the beginning of the history of art. First human drawings are the first testimony of our being. The first evidence of our activity.
Nature is the mother of all beings. Drawing is one of our first means of describing the world around us, of depicting things that amaze us. At the very beginning we are amazed by everything. However, with time we domesticate the world around us and we cease to marvel at it. Watching miracles turns into routine. The world around us becomes common and ordinary. We focus our attention on what is created by human. One only needs to stop, lower oneís head, kneel down and start discovering.
Whilst looking for inspiration he tries not to perceive the world as a matter of course. He aspires to maintain this fresh perspective and uses it to learn about his surroundings. He creates pieces as if he is revealing images in order to show how unusual they are. Studying the chosen forms of nature using a bigger format enables him to analyse their structure. Itís a closer experience. Far deeper than examining in a photographic sense. He spends long hours penetrating various elements and their structures.
He creates an individual record, an account of meeting with a particular form. Itís a narrative of a given moment of existence of a particular aspect of nature. He formulates a map, which unlike its geographical counterparts, changes irrevocably.
Black and white picture created by graphite or ink makes the realistically depicted object a bit unreal. Silver tones deprived of colour form another reality. Realistic drawing rejects individualisation and idealisation of its object, it allows to avoid manner.
Drawing aspects of nature with such simple tools seems to enable closer access to their essence. Itís like touching primordiality. The workshop is minimalistic.