I am addicted to sketching. My movement through geography follows the concentric circles of my hand. Sketching is my way to be in the world; to participate in what I feel and see. I travel in shadows like Orpheus. The path goes along lines of carbon, graphite and water under a sky so blue that it is almost black. I sketch myself into big faceless cities, where everybody can be drawn, because no one looks me back in my eyes; or into remote places, mountains and glaciers, where there is nobody to draw, but the stones look human.