let lemons be angry

Vasco Mourau

I cannot get enough of intricate drawings. There is a lot of good art out there, but I only seem to jump at the kind that needs the greatest work.

Not to say that massive brushstrokes across a canvas are nothing; they are two seconds of performance after two hundred hours of practice.

I found the need to redo my final year project because it was becoming too easy. To feel like it's worth something, I had to put in enough work so that I wouldn't despise it. It has to be my affection driving it, me chasing it and trying to win it over. Not the kind of pleasing art that is passable, but art that is at once astounding, that takes thousands of years to germinate.

I always choose the hardest ways out to feel alive. It's the journey that counts, the mindless wandering of pen over paper, trying to tempt rhythm and space to come out and play, until something emerges as a whole. I enjoy every second of the wait.