What am I looking at? What am I drawing? The shape, colour, impression, knowledge, or feeling at that time? When did you see it and when did you draw it? I draw and draw until I am no longer able to recognize. I draw what I see. I draw what I have drawn. I see what I have drawn. I see what I have seen. Then I ask myself, is this a drawing of what? In other words, it is an appearance of the unknown itself. It is a mystery, yet, it turns into a drawing like it is supposed to be.