I am still a fan of this artist. And his art, of course.
There is an economy of lines in his illustrations. Ergo, we see mostly black or shades of dark lines on white background. Yet, despite these very spare sketches, he draws without sacrificing the vital details. He knows that there is an essential minimum that cannot be left out. He, thus, populates his spaces with enough visual elements but not beyond what is that elusive, undefined essential. Essentials such as the folds of skin expressed in lighter, thinner lines; the wires of the bushes that hint of the barest shadows and the sure, thick strokes of the outlines of his mostly male subjects.
The effect is I almost always relish these morsels of details that have been, thankfully, projected from the artist's mind into his canvasses. The rest, often the colors, patterns and other excesses of reality have been kept hidden. Perhaps, I am required to supply these details like a kid to a coloring book?
