Once upon a time, long ago in another world, I used to go to
a place of worship. Sometimes I would be asked to read from the Holy Book. When
I stood at the lectern, ready to read, I would glance up for a moment at the
faces before me, and this drawing above is what I saw.What terrified me was that once I finished reading from
the Holy Book, I had to step down, walk towards this congregation and be a part
of them.
I have done this drawing with giant sticks of Senelier Oil
pastel. They provide a kind of knobbly resistance when used on Moleskine
sketchbook paper giving a strange crude texture which is appropriate for this
image.
