Art as reflection
I believe that you only know what you can express. You don’t know what a salad is if you can’t make one. Or would you call an apple tree such if it never produces any apples? I’ve learned that the fruit is the only proof of what is inside you. When you draw, for example, you see a bunch of things in front of you, things you’ve touched, you’ve smelled, you’ve looked at for years, but the moment you try to recreate them in the page, you find yourself having to assess what is the actual shape they have, what is their size, how do they fit in their environment, where are they located in relation to the horizon. In short, you have seen, but you have never observed—you know nothing…