The line comes first
Nothing is sketched in pencil. The pen commits immediately, so each contour carries the hesitation and speed of the moment it was drawn.
Pen, ink and colour
Every piece starts as pen on paper: a single continuous search for the shape inside the shape. Colour only arrives once the ink has decided where everything belongs.

Nothing is sketched in pencil. The pen commits immediately, so each contour carries the hesitation and speed of the moment it was drawn.
A mountain is a fish is a hull. Once the ink divides the paper, the eye keeps finding new forms hiding in the negative space.
Washes of blue, sand and teal sit inside the ink boundaries — they set the mood without ever taking over the drawing.