He remembers his mother.
For long periods of her life she worked on knitting and stitchery. A hobby that, in hard times, sustained her.
Her son started by being a linguist and an expert on machine translation. Then, a major turn in his life: he became an artist.
He now completed a series of large drawings inspired by his mother's life and handicraft.
He writes to me: "Very abstract pieces, all about work, vision, perseverance, and (of course) escape. And about seeing small, insignificant, repeated gestures and marks add up to something complicated (and, for me, complex)".
He commemorates his mother who departed a year ago. My half sister.
Drawings like doodles. With the persistence of mechanical repetition. Doodles on the margins of life. Forgotten marks to be remembered by.