I don’t like rushing. At times I’m in a buzzing crowd and feel I’m standing in a time bubble: I observe the people rushing around me, texting, missing on things without knowing, just to catch up on other stuff they hope for.
That’s also true for some art. Though Rembrandt is not my most favourite, his drawings and paintings suck me into their time bubble: I slow down and observe, the more I look, the more I discover, the border between what is actually there and what my mind makes up blurs to a maximum.
I like drawing dark and in that dark a lot of life, quiet, secret, discreet, shy details that reveal a whole new world, if you take the time to discover it.