I haven’t attempted to draw really since 1995. It was the need for ease and mobility that prompted me to draw again. Being on the move for several months made me reconsider my necessities. There is a similar thing happening in the work, edited down to essentials, sometimes barely there. leaving a lot of white space on the page, or having it shine through washes of ink.

Without trying to steer my impulses I’ve wondered what kinds of images I’m trying to create, and this is a vague notion I have: a specific and ordinary moment which wordlessly signals universal hopes and fears. But that's a lot to expect from interfering with some ink and paper.