In Tobiasse’s work, drawing is first and foremost writing. “I don’t say that I draw, but rather that I write a drawing. When I start to draw, I begin without knowing what I am going to do, I let myself go. The pencil or the pen leads the dance, not me. It’s only that behind the surface a precious stone is hiding, that must be cut and polished. The drawing must stay free, that is the unique condition for its existence.”
For Tobiasse, drawing was a major means of expression, a necessary act, it was as if he was breathing in the centre of internal music. He compared it to a symphony around which an orchestra of colours was organized.