Nearly 9 months passed by since I started to draw again. 1600 studies, sketches, works. I continue each day, because creating humans can tell what humans can’t tell or feel before the works arises. I did a lot with sculptural/installation art the years before when I was in art school. When I started to draw I gave up on that. My main reason on that is that in 2d art there is a special kind of contemplation. Its a reproduction of a thought that has been changed a million time before, a small certain thought can carry the whole history of human existence on paper, I can move from the ancient Egypt world to now a days Japanese moviemakers in one second thanks to the modern media and all from my own opinion. And that’s to what I feel my most important position. Where do I stand as an artist and my artistic identity in a time in which the idea of looking upon art for a longer time than 5 minute’s already make’s people feel restless. To me the only way is creating humans out of my mind each day again, have a small 3 hour chat with them and move on. Why? Because my own history of art can learn by communicating with it trough human eye and make me aware of my artistic identity and the human creature behind it in a time in which we all sneak into rituals to find proves to ourselves about what we are. Drawing must be my oldest ritual I have; at least I carry it with me from my childhood on.