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Right now I'm working on Charcoal portrait job
I still have quite a few left to do and I have to get cracking.
Once I sit down and start drawing.. I get into the zone. that's when I feel most like myself and entirely in the moment. Everything around me fades away.
Day 32 of 365 Days
Someone asked me, as I archive all of my work, if I forgot a drawing. It's more like the second I saw it again I remembered it. This drawing was for a record review for Audio Magazine. I did illustrations for their record reviews for 16 years. I completely forgot about this drawing until I saw it again. It made me laugh.
This small house,
it feels like shy, falling pebbles
upon a bundle of nervous cotton
laying quite still.
It's her body, heavy and
warm, as if she just grew, then faded
and grew again,
lost from someone's thoughts
in a hurry, and left there
like a cat out in
a dying forest.
She keeps something
on her knees, it is soft and small
and it makes her laugh
like a stubborn castle.
A row of people
use their lilac colored eyes
to make doors in the castle to walk
through, and they all leave dots
of snow petals on the floor
to lick, for a cat's tongue,
but they do not have time
to look around.
From small to smaller, she puts her hands
against her head and do not mind
the house, though it has
a sour smell of loneliness
and shy pebbles,
and leaves her feeling dumb,
like a cat left behind
in a dying forest.