In the faint murmur in which everything is dissolved, drawing is, for me, a way of decoding the unbroken noise of things.
Through immediacy it becomes a place to recover the calm and rhythm that affords me the required intimacy to discover traces of myself, to compose ideas or to look for uncertainties.
Drawing outlines an undefined narrative, a dialogue with the contour of things, which are perhaps voices that one day spoke to us but are now just whispers in the memory.