These drawings exercise my brain and my hand and my creativity. Maybe I'm spending too much time with them, time I should be spending on any other one of my... my...
I don't know how to call stories that aren't stories yet. I don't want to call them projects (even if that's what I call them when I have to write an email and say I'm already working on too many projects), and I don't want to call them ideas, even if that's what they are. My ideas are much more something that I feel that I want to turn into a sequence of images, to try to prolong this feeling and, perhaps, to make it grow into unexpected interesting moments.
"You hold the key to my heart", I say to her.
She knows.
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