What’s interesting is how hard Trump’s drawings work to reveal nothing. You can feel him trying. The exception is his reported drawing for Epstein.
I agree with Donald Trump on one thing: He doesn’t “draw pictures.” Right. He doesn’t. He makes Sharpie skylines — coloring-book stuff. Generic buildings. Little boxes for windows. Undulating lines for streets. Objects that might be cars. These images are stiff, symmetrical, totally vacant. Declarative but dead. They tell you nothing, and loudly.
Buildings are supposed to be his trade, his bread and butter, his life’s work. But most of these buildings are old, Deco, prewar — historically “New York,” but anonymously so. They read like borrowed dreams: half-postcard, half-projection. He doesn’t draw to design or to express some vision of the city. He draws to claim, as if history owes him the skyline.
The drawings — often sold at auction for charity — are small and rigid, clenched like a fist.
