Mas às vezes… numa sala de espera, numa noite sem televisão, num ou noutro dia mais introspectivo… sem pensar, não contenho e deixo a mão ir. Sem querer desenhar nada em concreto, ou com um objectivo definido.
I have not drawn much in the recent years… For many reasons, I ended up losing the habit.
It is no longer as easily or naturaly that I pick a pad, a pen or a pencil, and sketch.
The hand does not obey. The dash does not go smoothly. The development of my skills got stuck back there…
This also makes me draw less and less.
But sometimes… in a waiting room, a night without television, in a more introspective day… without thinking, I not restrain it and let the hand go. Without the aiming of drawing anything in particular or with a specific objective.
And I feel and know… that I should – and must ( I need to) – draw more.