Just like most of my drawings, some things are never finished and they will never be.

They started as blurred lines, thrown here and there, with wrong proportions, questionable color blends, and no direction. But the strokes are bold, unapologetic and they come out naturally as if they have a life of their own or they are one with the paper. And that is their beauty. You never know how or why they started, they have not been charted as other more complex works, but, you somehow feel they may hold greater value, that you are theirs as much as they are yours.