AIE MAGAZINE

When i used to have a bit of time on my hands, i used to think of you and draw. I used to cry over the pens, pencils, gouach, paint brushes, pastels, my coloured inks, chinese ink, spray paints, acrylics, charcoal pens...They're all dry now. I'm busier, and happier. Even the oil pastel have dried. Unfortunalty this is what happens, when i am motionless towards you. The venoumous spider could bit your spine, i'll remain solid as the charcoal pens.

Love you : details of drawings using all the materials listed above