A palette of grays and white on bare wood. The delicacy of line and scribbles and markings on a surface so untouched that anything, when added, nearly screams its presence. I tiptoed through this quiet and delicate world, as if working on a sand castle of the finest walls. To me it was like poetry, where only the most important elements are allowed to stay, and where a bit of mystery and suggestivity hold by far the greatest attraction.
