Works on Paper, Oil Studies

December 22, 2017

There is this word, from somewhere, Sonder, I don’t remember where I read it. Somewhere important.

While walking through Assisi, tired, hungry, I met eyes with a Franciscan Monk. He smiled, I smiled, we knew each other. Of course his smile was in Italian so I may have misinterpreted it. But probably not.

All these faces are collected in a book, a sketchbook, on handmade paper. I primed the paper with gesso, and a few times rabbit-skin glue (just to see what happens) Some faces from photos, some from photos…

While walking through Assisi, tired, hungry, I met eyes with a Franciscan Monk. He smiled, I smiled, we knew each other. This how I understand “Sonder”