Drawing as respite
It takes me years to finish my sculptures. While they are in progress, they are inside me, with their sharp edges and spiky limbs. It’s hard to breath like this. So when they are finished and until the new group is started (inevitable regrouping, a couple of months or so), I take a little breather and draw. If my sculpture is continents, my drawing is oceans around them: necessary nourishment for sure but not where I live.
I’ve always felt that drawing is not enough. It doesn’t have to stand, like sculpture. With drawing, I have no problem finishing. It doesn’t feel urgent. I have tried to introduce new materials and techniques into it, but it is still what it is: water around sculptures.