I always liked drawing and writing. And the space in between.
The moment, when the jaw drops, or an abyss yawns, when words are so lacking, that it hurts.
Wortlosigkeit. Sometimes, drawings can fill some parts of these gaps, can roughly furnish the murky silence that lingers on. At other times they increase the blankness, or add twists and turns. Cruel and sweet ambiguity.
