Whenever I look at someone’s art work I do what everyone else does. Admire it. Superficially, just looking at the lines and curves, the use of colors and composition already predisposed at liking something, after all I made the trip willing to a gallery or exhibition. Why wouldn’t I like it? Subconsciously I am already having hand held by the artists and the little box of text to the side telling me what the artist is trying to convey through his use of pastels and canvas.

INK is not that.