Drawings in ink and pastels

My first memory of life is drawing, sitting on the kitchen floor with my crayons. I draw every day. Drawing is like breath. Some subjects I return to again and again, thousands of times. Pencil, brush and ink, pen and ink, pastel, charcoal. When I write books or plays my mind is busy making drawings of them to show me what I'm about. But the drawings are also plays and books, with the rest of the tale implied.