Selfportrait

I rarely draw portraits. Even more rarely of people I know. Because the way I draw — especially in ink, with fast, chaotic lines, somewhere between street art and classic — is all about the moment. About the feeling. I’m not after likeness, I want to catch the energy.

Same with the stains — they’re deliberate, like in many of my ink drawings. I don’t want everything to be perfect. Because people aren’t.

This style doesn’t always flatter. Sometimes it distorts, fragments. And people get upset. They recognize only half of themselves — and they don’t like the other half.

But I can’t really get upset with myself. That’s why I drew me.