Drawing on a Wednesday. 2019
It's now lunchtime. I am sitting eating spinach and ricotta cheese tortellini, sharing a table with fast speaking French men in an Italian restaurant.
It's now lunchtime. I am sitting eating spinach and ricotta cheese tortellini, sharing a table with fast speaking French men in an Italian restaurant.
Reaching out for knowledge is a funny thing. It would be good if by doing so the image of yourself stayed the same. But it doesn’t.
The writing seems to be in a poem form but I am not trying to be a poet here. It's just as it comes, in part shaped by the space at the edge of the paper.
Oh drawing I have missed you. You are the best of who I am. You are kind, not short, not irritated.
You are hard and sometimes cruel but with you I am the best that I can be.
Drawing from life, an unconscious reaction to form - written in the life room today 13th June 2016