nowhere to go, nothing to do

These drawings were made during different types of isolation: both individual and social.

 

They are familiar, recognizable.

They are unconscious and somewhat automatic drawings. They are mental and physical maps. They show possible minds and places. Like memory, they transform and grow but also fade away and disappear. They are unique and at the same time universal.

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If this work is about identity, then i question if these drawings identify me as an artist, do they give account of a persons existence? are these maps a footprint of humanity?

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I do these drawings when I have nowhere to go and nothing to do.