I saw a fingerprint on a small ceramic, 15 cm tall, 2000 years old or more, when visiting a friend’s place 25 years ago. It didn’t cost much, and he was so proud of it. I got to hold it in my hand. When I saw that fingerprint I felt some sort of humanity and connection with whomever made it. As I write this it hits me : was it not not even older, 4000 years old? Does it matter. It’s in a way a wink, unintentionally or not, from her or him who made that pottery so long ago.
When seeing a brush stroke or pen outline on a surface, it too is a wink from what was. The same “was” that came before us and the time we live in.
Illustrator and graphic designer