I’ve filled up quite a few sketchbooks lying in bed in the evenings. I draw for between thirty and ninety minutes before going to sleep almost every night. Nearly all the drawings in this book were done under the same conditions. They were always drawn in one go, without prior penciling, be it with or without a specific plan.

These notebooks are also a sort of spiritual journey for me. It is like meditation. I get lost in the shapes, lines and small details, particularly as I am often in a lethargic state; on the verge of falling asleep. My eyes, the architects of my drawings, fill with sand and slowly close. I then experiment drawing bits with my eyes shut. The intention remains the same, but without my eyes the results are more brutal.

One day I heard Moebius say that a drawing was never wrong, that you just had to do something else. Since that day I’ve been experimenting every day without constraint, waiting for something to happen. I’ve become a front row spectator of happy chance, convinced that anything is possible. Every night I dream about what I will draw the next day.

Jaouen