First, there were a couple of tense drawings.
One, two, three. At the very third second, it quickly escalated to a nonstop dry pastel scratch on A2 paper.
It then became a therapy. To release the air from the air pressure gauge.
Inflating.
Deflating.

A moment to stop sleeping and deviate towards the studio for a new set of colourful signs. Always on A2.
A moment or two, to stop looking at CAD, zoom in and out.
Plenty of moments to flip paper sheets from drafting table to floor, fighting inertia.
Colour caffeine.

(text by the artist)