G. Gherardi

Gherardi’s tiny, scratchy drawings feel like overheard secrets—bits of conversation caught on scraps of paper and tucked into pockets. The lines look fast, almost accidental, but the way they cluster together gives them a quiet insistence, like a crowd murmuring in the corner of a room. To see one is to want the next; they’re the kind of work that makes you start carrying a pen just in case you spot something worth keeping. Look up “Gherardi Untitled Drawing” and you’ll find dozens of these pocket-sized jolts.