There were three months when there was a high intensity of philosophical thinking which somehow interrupted me from creating. This piece is not considered as an official work, but a practice that I do once my thoughts avoid me from creating.
I pulled a long paper on the wall at the end of my bed.
I keep myself occupied with music, and the action of drawing.
When the thoughts throw in, I write them all down.
I record myself, the humming, the scratching, the conversation with myself, etc.
I do until I am tired, until I am out of thoughts.
It is an exercise.
When drawing becomes painting, sculpting, dancing and singing.