In a series of oil pastel drawings made from December 2020- to January 2021, when I was going through an emotional state of unhappiness my fingers became an integral part of the making as they were used to blend and smudge the lines and background. This was a very physical part of each work; it did allow me to connect in a bodily way with each image.
Quote Stephane Mallarme, Herodiade. A sad flower that, which grows alone and has no other love than its own shadow, listlessly reflected in the water.
