I admit, I have always admired complex artistic techniques — experimenting, trying, failing, trying again — and when something finally succeeds, it is a personal victory. To try watercolor and ink on thick paper is a risk, but nothing is impossible. Sokal’s art was the first to inspire me to attempt it myself. Surely, I may not know the secret balance of water and ink, nor the exact delicacy of layers, but I have found my own way. But what I enjoy is not as much to look at the finished piece, but to be in motion with the process. The true joy is in the work — when it begins to take shape beneath your hand — in that slim, careful control of a small brush, where even the slightest movement in the wrong direction can change the whole outcome. That's when the drawing on the page finally begins to breathe, when it lives in its own way, you can’t help but admire the success.
My dedication is simple: to honor the artist who awakened my love for calligraphy, illustration. When I begun to draw this portrait, I looked at his line works, his drawings, his created worlds, and I wanted to draw a tribute, a thank‑you, and to honor a feeling of the unending journey.