Blown away on water the colour of warm places, feeling the undertow, the pull of the tides lifting us out to sea, we live on dreams on cold winter days.
On the solstice, close to either pole there is comfort in this.
Every now and again I take up graphite. There is something so satisfying about pencil on paper. HB2, HB4, HB5. HB6, and HB8. Recently I h...
I especially like the beautiful abstraction of the lower part of the image ...
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