This drawing feels like a restless outpouring of energy—like a storm of thoughts that refuse to stay contained. The long, thin lines wander across the page like fragile threads of memory, fragile but persistent. The darker patches of shading strike the surface like wounds, heavy against the otherwise delicate traces. There is agitation here, a sense of searching and not finding, of hands moving faster than clarity. It embodies not harmony but disturbance, not design but raw feeling. The emptiness of the background makes the scattered strokes echo louder, like whispers breaking in silence. In this piece, one can sense Hore’s deep inner unease—his lifelong confrontation with human pain, drawn here not as figures but as raw marks of being.
Size : 11 x 8 in