Drawing is very specific to the body, the mind, and the environment. I can’t do any other drawing than body drawings.
You draw from memories?
Yes, memories of past experiences. I have a small list of different drawing techniques and my mind knows them well. But to be precise, I draw from impressions I made during different times and places in my life.
What does that mean?
Those impressions are impressions of what’s going on around me. But with them I draw things that I believe to be a representation of something I experienced when a certain point in my life. Those are my impressions—not reality. They are simply my impressions. I can’t do other drawing than that, because reality is not my own.
Are your drawings self-portraits? Do they appear to you to be pictures of you?
Yes. For example, the one on the left shows me in front of the house I lived in as a child. It was where I found the most happiness. When you look at it, you realize it’s not a picture of me. It’s just a picture of myself.
And on the right?
Yes, that one on the right shows me looking out a window at a very good day, with the world in front of me. I have no idea what the other two are depicting.
What do you mean?
They’re just my perceptions that I have, and they come from memories—of days or of places I’ve been.
Are there things you can remember about your childhood that would enable you to draw something?
I can recall very easily my first experiences of being outside. When I was about five or six years old, I lived in a small farm just a few kilometres from the city. It was a small, poor village. I’d always been fascinated by that small, small town.
I had an uncle who lived nearby who used to work as a farmer. He’d go out by horse and cart and plough the land. At first I didn’t quite understand his job, because I never had a father. In the summer he used to come home at night with a sack of vegetables, and that was all he did for me, all day, every day. All the time, it seemed, he was doing things I was never able to do, and to me, he was like the godfather. He was something I’d been born to do.
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