The moment I pressed a chunk of charcoal against some coarse paper, it became certain… this is the material I have been dreaming for. Finally I can make the lines as thick and dark as I wish. The loose particles of carbon absorb traces of light from the paper, while revealing the individual fibers as if they were made of shadows. As the particles condense, they fill in the space between the fibers. A solidity is formed. Like the sedimentation of time, charcoal never covers up. It blends, it reveals, it confounds, it puts something aside, to be forgotten.