I made this drawing last Friday, out of one of the dark bronze sculptures on display at the National Portrait Gallery in London.
I wanted to extract somehow the liveliness of the bust by using watercolour pencils. Well, that is the medium I used but I was intrigued by who may was this person. I couldn't find the name and the author of this bronze and what I was left with was his intense gaze as if frozen in time for posterity; gazing not at me or any member of the public but somewhere that only him could have seen, inside his thought and projected in space and time. My study was his gaze again and nothing else, even his attire.
I was only certain of the familiarity of his facial expression.
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