During the two years in professionnal graphic design studies I drew, as always in my school life, much more often on notebooks or on the corners of pages than on real sheets. So much that by the time I had to sort it out, it all seemed obvious to me : I couldn't throw it all away.
Strong emotions with an irrepressible need to be transcribed, simple desire to draw random characters or boredom so strong that it makes you want to reshape the universe, there must have been a ton of reason why this, that or these drawings are. Obviously ... I don't remember them.
+ others too old drawing, sketches, studies from around this time