There is a tattered photo of a Buddha statue always on my wall. Is it from Cambodia or Burma? Is it third or fourteenth century? It touches me at some point that I can't locate, in a way I can’t describe.
I thought to make as many drawings of this photo as it took to reach its source of inspiration. I worked quite small and used just black and white to narrow down the field, to focus the intent. All day and every day I drew for weeks. The drawings followed no pattern and no rules. I would draw with miniature precision or with absolute abandon. I would draw left handed or with brushes in each hand, I would draw at night, I would draw with scissors, I would draw from inspiration and from no-inspiration. Every drawing is a different sort of failure and all are milestones on the way of Meditation.