It amazes me to think that when I look back at a total of 4 years in art college, drawing was neither taught nor seemed particularly valued as an art form. I used to love drawing as a kid and began getting back into it a couple of years ago, mainly as an accompaniment to research, but didn’t really look into it in any great depth. More recently, I have been coming to increasingly appreciate drawing as an art form in itself, particularly when out sketching in various locations, which has led me to research into various techniques of shading, looking at form etc. Mother Nature is surely the most beautiful of muses, although she is hardly conducive to modelling – never sitting still in any given pose and generally not giving a shit about what the artist wants. She remains in constant motion, varying at her own will. Here, the artist is no longer the authority, as in the traditional ‘artist-muse’ setup, but rather submits himself to a broader unity through a combination of observation, memory and hand-eye coordination among the elements. Drawing has become an important part of helping me to understand in greater detail the movement and forms of nature, which I aim to bring to life in my paintings. Moreover, I can work on a sketch for maybe 1-2 hours and find myself going into an almost meditative state, as I try to coordinate and attune the movement of the pencil to what the eye perceives. Because what I am seeing is always moving, I consider the outcome of each sketch less as a ‘landscape,’ in the pictorial sense, rather a snapshot of an elusive unity, which I am unable to capture through the passivity of clicking a button. The pieces in here are a selection of sketches as part of my Cycle Diaries.