Zaragoza, Spain, 2003. Starring at the plain paper in front of me, a big X with a female body in the center starts swirling around in my imagination. The first big X I place invites for putting more X’es, which I realize by measuring equal distances on the vertical sides and connecting them through the center. I hesitate drawing the female body in the middle of the page, since my idea is still under construction. Instead I continue by coloring the wings in red, black, and white. My creative energy flows. I decide to make a female body template, which is perfect for bringing...

Zaragoza, Spain, 2003. In one of the magazines laying around the house I find an advertisement, which is showing a profile photograph of David Beckham’s face. I decide to draw him, and I must admit I didn’t meet his proportions. I might perceive his appearance simply from another perspective, since I only notice when I finish the drawing. Nevertheless, the face I produce is outstanding, and definitely male. I continue to draw neck, throat, and shoulders. The outcome is dissatisfying, disproportional, and somewhat unfitting to the handsome face. My missing sense to...

Zaragoza, Spain, 2003. The pencil flows over the paper creating a flow of events, which are all interconnected. I don’t think. I just let the lines appear on the paper. Since the elements and figures appear a bit lonely on the big white sheet of paper, I feel like placing them in a grid. Having just bought acrylic color, I feel invited to dress everyone and everything in the scene with color. Again, I choose by feeling which color should go where, which turns out to keep the painting in balance. When sending a sample of my drawings and paintings to my uncle, he tells me...

Zaragoza, Spain, 2002. In between my tight 10 hour schedule at the language school, which I split between course attendance and homework, I still find time to draw. I have always been fascinated about hands, and when the image of a hand holding a CD disk pops up in my mind, I bring this image down to paper. It is my first attempt of drawing hands. My left hand models, while my right hand draws the lines. When I see the result I realize that the disk doesn’t really look like a real one. It rather reminds me a breast. Shorthand I decide to add a few more lines. As simple...