I touch the bark of an old oak and witness its beauty, I pick up the nut of a beech tree and have the potential of life in my hand. I dip my hands in the stream and let the water change the temperature of my hands. I rub a lump of earth in my hands and look at how clear my fingerprints now are.

I dip my hands into the soft moss. I find a pebble and imagine its story. How long has it been lying there, how many times has it been picked up? How many times has someone skim this pebble on the nearby lake? How many times has someone been hit on the head with it. Or does it lie here without life or memory, forgotten by the world and history and its time has just come? I throw the pebble as far as I can in front of me.

The first journey.

About the drawing

This work was created during my academy time, in my 3rd year. It was a crisis year for me - and as I found out later - not only for me. The third year makes you realise that you either - you've chosen the wrong course of study and it's really too late to change it. Or! The course may be the right one but burnout is slowly starting to mark any work you do. Whichever way you look at it - it's all too far gone.

The hesitation was leading my hands astray. Before I did this work - I clung to pencil and charcoal - tools that allow you to change your mind easily and many times. I could, after 2-3 hours of drawing, erase the whole drawing and start over because I didn't like what I had done.

One day, my professor, seeing this, came up to me and asked what I was doing because 'after all, the proportions and composition are fine'. I replied that I was not happy with what I had done and wanted to start again. The professor let out a loud breath. She looked at me for a while and said:
-Bring something to the next class that you can't just wipe off. Ink or permanent markers. We will teach you to be decisive'.

So that's how my adventure with markers began. At first, I worked on thin, cheap paper with black markers, but after a while I started to play around. That's when I discovered Promarkers, which I still adore today.

The work I'm showing you today shows how deep-rooted my hesitation still was - I found a way to dissolve the markers too, so that I could change my mind from time to time:)