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Joe Bryant

I draw at 1am. Nobody has asked me to.

A bedroom after trauma. A train full of people lit by phones. A queue climbing towards something nobody has questioned. They all start as ordinary places and then get away from me.

I make them on a reMarkable 2, which is excellent at producing broken lines, unstable black masses and the sort of correction that refuses to disappear. I am not interested in cleaning that out. Half of what you are looking at is mistakes I have decided to keep.

High-contrast drawing of a long single-file queue winding up an impossible white ridge toward a lit doorway, with a dark red mass beneath the rock.

01

The Inevitable

The queue climbs a route that makes no sense. Nobody turns round.

NoteI drew the destination as a lit doorway, then filled almost everything around it by hand. The dark red mass is the only colour I allowed in. I still do not want to decide whether it is trapped under the rock or breaking through it.

Black-and-white drawing of two facing rows of commuters lit by their phones, while a lone figure stands in the doorway at the end of the carriage and looks back.

02

Too Late

Everyone is looking at a phone. One person is looking back.

NoteI drew this on the train, on a device barely distinguishable from the ones I was complaining about. Oh hello there, Mr Ego. Caught the bastard.

Black-and-white drawing of a figure curled on a bare mattress beneath a single bulb, with a second figure in the lit doorway crossed through by heavy marks.

03

U OK?

Someone asked. The words were much smaller than what had happened.

NoteThis one came from trauma and the useless scale of a casual question beside it. I crossed the second figure out instead of removing them.

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