The Creative Work

The Sketchbook: whatever catches my eye, my thought, my mind is drawn or written down – or not!

– sketches, drawings, catchwords, phrases, paragraphs –

Meaningless and meaningful – these differences do not exist in my world – is this the source of my creativity?

My hands fly over the pages. They are imprisoned and free at the same time – my thoughts spin, my whole being is at work. The same game over and over again. Ideas pop up and vanish – they race, they twirl, they play ping-pong: back and forth, up and down, side to side.