Drawing. I already know

I drew almost every day, for several months. It is a simple activity. The format that allows me to express myself is a 5000cm x 55cm roll paper.

I do not consider it an art. But it gives me a lot of fun observing a beautiful woman. It is also like a game of chess—the intellectual search for the best solution—the construction. and solving constructional questions of the body. The basic knowledge of the physiognomy of a human being, the structure of bones and muscles + two tricks, observed and practised, and all this is enough.

For a long time I was occupied with the thought, what do I need this for? It is a technical construction, the transfer of a three-dimensional view of a shape into a two-dimensional space. Then there is the aesthetic-erotic aspect, which is cool, like a foot massage – the one Vincent and Jules discuss in Quentin Tarantino’s Pulp Fiction (foot massage).

In my opinion, it is not yet art but an outlet for something bigger—the basics. And I was looking for what. A few years ago, I took the first tests. Yesterday, I repainted the drawing and applied a layer of paint. It ceased to be banal; there is mystery and emotion. I will go in this direction. I already know.