I drew this piece when I was lone but not lonely in the studio at night, looking at my books about ancient Greece and Egypt. Feeling tired and even uninspired, I scribbled a face on a sheet of paper. Somehow it turned out to be a drawing I was very happy with, this drawing. Which goes to show how one never knows when one will make a great work, that one’s artist hand is full of secrets. Art making is simultaneously one of the surest ways to happiness and one of the most volatile - The way to live with this certain uncertainty is to probe at one’s sheet of paper daily with one’s hand and pencil, forgetting one’s hopes in the process.