Meet Adán [Adam].
I've walked past Adán everyday in Barcelona. I kept feeling a magnetic pull towards him, so finally on my last walk home & last afternoon here, I decided to give into the magnetic feelings.
After speaking to him for less that a few seconds, I realised his work, and sense of humour reminded me of my brother. A familiarity so sweet to feel.
After some terrible Spanish, I asked if he would be willing to part with a work or two from his XL (only) sketchbook, I'd be a paying collector - of course.
I'm utterly in love with what he gave me, and just adore every tear, every mark, every smudge, every beuatiful imperfection; the feel of the treasured paper, the well worn edges, the yellowed tones cast from days spent under the hot Spanish sun.
Barely able to feed and sustain the basic needs of life, even a roof over his head, I'm so touched by his unwavering expression of creativity.
There's something special about these interactions, these energy exchanges that fills my heart with so much joy. I hope he feels supported. I'm utterly delighted beyond words, with these new mystical works I can now take home with me.
-- we exchanged muddled words, a few secret techniques, and inspirations behind our own works. What a heart of gold. 🌟
If you're in Catalonia, keep an eye out for this precious soul.