A pen, a sketchbook and an empty mind. Circa 1998.
A marker, a sketchbook and before you know it there’s a weird guy with an attitude.
I had a vague idea where I was going when I took marker to sketchbook.
Something, somewhere in my mind’s eye. Marker in sketchbook.
Another image that my imagination spontaneously “saw” and I immediately got down in the sketchbook.