One drop,
Ink falls,
Nib dulled
Pen scarred,
Paper aged;
drawings and words
remain.
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I write here so little and I am sure this page is viewed just as little but here I am anyway. I was thinking an Bout my drawings. These las...
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All I could think about was a kaleidoscope so i had to us a little colour. A little summer fun :) -
The real magical places in a drawing are the edges. The places where the lines and shapes meet. It is a conversation of space, of light a...
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