Once, all of a sudden I was captured by the desire — which I immediately realized — to draw my poem with the words of that very poem. To voice a thought and feeling to draw them with the letters of the words.
Thus, the graphic form was determined. This form is harmonic for me because of its author’s independence, for I am writing my own texts. It is something like “graphic songs”.
In the context of the form calligraphy is the movement of feeling, sense and rhythm which steps beyond the exterior space leaving a trace on paper, which can be a sign, symbol, image or an abstract drawing.
A poem as a reason or message.
The energy of poetic rhythm gives the rhythm to letters and words. The interior state — via a movement of hand and feeling of a pen – determine the character of lines.
The movement doesn’t care if the letters are legible. The movement is free and unpredictable, sometimes ruining the beauty and neatness, is plunged into the expressive chaos to get there a new meaning and regularity.
Drawing my own poems gives me unlimited freedom.
Transparence and contrast of verbal agglomeration.
Uncertainty and precision.
Rivers and branches of black ink.
The infinite sky of white paper.
Black line. White verse.
For there is nothing hidden that will not be disclosed. Part 1