Birth of a Line
Mornings, evenings, at home,
sometimes in the train, a pen nearby,
I follow an impulse, a feeling.
A white paper in front of me, I search
the middle and place a dot. A line starts, a second one may follow. The hand directs the pen in its work. The lines
on the paper keep moving, sometimes coming together to leave in another direction. Then all comes to an end,
the line stops. A new drawing appears.
Many drawings were born in this way, not one similar to the other.
The hand is guided by the Intuition.