Large charcoal drawings. Movement, marks and meaning beyond representation.

A couple rushes into the night, not yet aware that it is their last one together.  A woman catches her reflection in the window and gasps for breath.  A man loses his temper and with it the self-control that he has rigorously guarded for decades. 
Three noiseless anecdotes that Woolf, McEwan and Verhelst can turn into stories that my eyes love to read. But my hands move beyond the story. The couple, the woman and the man are not narratives. They are embarrassed, tight-lipped, deeply emotional animals and I’d rather draw them like that..