Sketchers Leftovers

It had seen better days. The plastic grip on the left handlebar was missing as was half of one of the pedals. But the green cycle was his and it took him where he needed to go. As always with his black sketch pad clamped firmly under his arm and a worn down pencil in his hand. Everywhere he looked there were things begging to be captured. Details, thoughts, illusions, realities. Page after page, pad after pad. And so he travelled through life. Observing yet engaged. Getting inside while viewing from without.

 

Excerpts from a sketch pad and an old armchair. In collaboration with airbrushartist Tomas Andersson.

 

SOLD – Personal couture on request
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