Jonathan Soard

New York, NY

I am most at peace while drawing. I’m in the moment, chewing up a shape in space. Drawing the figure – raw, vulnerable, naked, even flayed – is a conduit for understanding not only the form but also what lies beneath the surface. Gross anatomy per se isn’t my concern. Rather, there’s something sensual, nearly succulent, about discovering what is hidden. I see the live animal as I draw the carcass. I see the spirit as I draw the body. For me, creating art is not necessarily to portray or represent. It is, rather, a tactile and intellectual experience that leads to spiritual ingestion.

To draw is to devour.

Books by Jonathan Soard