Drawn dialogues was born after a two-year prelude during which I (freely) drew on paper, canvas and wood, searching for origins within myself in an excavation of my very being, creative or destructive as it might be. At a certain point, with the ultimate goal of this journey yet to be reached, I realised that I would have continued forever and so I forced myself towards an objective dialogue.
I have had encounters in the most disparate places, with artists and otherwise. Every time I expressed myself in ink, the other replied in pencil, then we’d turn the page… of an empty book prepared for the purpose.
The dialogue/event lasted a year and a half.
The encounters left me with proof that dialogue, for contemporaneity, is the most important thing, without which aesthetics, for example, (ever flatter due to a lack of sentiments and ideas) dies.