My work comes from movement, texture, and expression — catching a moment in space and seeing how it translates through the hand onto a surface.
I don’t sketch first. I don’t plan compositions. I pick up the brush or the charcoal and I respond to whatever is in front of me — a person, a memory, a feeling. The first mark determines everything that comes after.
What interests me is the translation. The gap between what the eye sees and what the hand makes. That gap isn’t a failure — it’s where the work lives. The gesture carries something the eye alone can’t hold. A photograph records. A drawing interprets. And in that interpretation is everything that matters to me as an artist.
The materials matter too. Ink on Fabriano behaves differently than charcoal on newsprint. Each surface has its own personality, and I’ve learned to listen to that rather than fight it.