They opened a sketchbook and started with a few loose lines. I don’t think even they knew what it was going to be.
Turned up, a pencil on paper crunches like fresh snow, and no two strokes sound alike: the grain of the paper, how sharp the pencil is, how hard it presses, how fast it moves and what the sketchbook sits on all change the sound.
Somewhere along the way, the whole table turned into a kind of trance: sound and drawing happening together, right in front of us. Then a dancer showed up on the page.
These are five moments from about four minutes of drawing.
The drawing is theirs, shared here with their permission.
