The darkest of charcoals  - known as compressed – lands on the whitest of papers. The dance begins. Besides the visual attraction of the contrast between black and white, there is the inescapable duality which permeates our view of reality and affects everything we create. It affects our our philosophies, legends, art, science, and the very dimension in which we operate, appearing as the eternal opposites: life and death, good and evil, positive and negative, light and dark, black and white…

Compressed charcoal produces intense black marks with the greatest of ease; the challenge is creating a range of shades from the lightest to the darkest black as well as a multitude of lines from the boldest to a fine hair line. Being attentive and aware of these subtleties is for me the fun of drawing.

Knowing that line alone is capable of rendering such a richness of meaning is what also makes drawing challenging. Then, it is easy to understand the attraction that a sheet of white paper offers: an open window inviting one to dive into its pure white field, in perfect equilibrium of being, at peace, quietly waiting for the hand with the charcoal offering new possibilities, creating the game between black and white. Besides being poetry, drawing is a dance.