Sketches and ideas in my notebooks and diaries.
There was a day when they followed, there was a day When there was only this disabused obsession.
So, you have perhaps seen her sitting, watching,and you know it is you she sees while she is appraising appeal.
With the better in sight, we remain yours in sedate sedition.
A sketch of shape and angle, telling a story out of disproportions
And I sat waiting, wondering, and then he was an agitated reckoning
This distortion, this visage, this destruction is merely an apprehended ennui.
Finding the face, facing away, circumspect watching.
When is it that even the silence is not heard
Would you take pity and help an old man out when he waited
Markers and the marked
She shuffles to the harbour every day, as the story goes.
But what is my art, is it this work
It was the seventh, or the seventh seventh, I can not remember, I googled it at the time.
Looking back, looking out
Telling anecdotes courteous conversation call for with aplomb.
It was forecast in the isolation papers, this is how you become addicted.
Exploring the shapes, real and imaginary.
Exploring size and matter, well?
Looking up, looking back
She really is a friend of mine, even were you to describe it as pathetic partisanship.
Sometimes when there is little to think about I am left with this feeling of prescient presage.
Nothing more, just trying
These images of people can only be viewed in expectant disbelief.
Out of time, across the week and out of reach
Capture the distress, targeted fugue.
Hands, these beautiful hands, the distortion is magnificient with these hands.
Simply a thought put on paper, an idea for the future or the past.
Looking at the body and distortion and thinking about what to do next.
Experimenting with texture in paints.
Surrounded by this line
There are so many ways to decide but nothing for free.
A memory, a sadness, a longing, this is what is left.
So the words slipped out of the song onto the page.
Colours may have been changed to protect the innocence of the identity
From a Google search
Inspired by the sixth image returned on a Google search or artistic nude.
Thinking about taking a photo
In the mood baby. X
Between the ethereality of the idea and the beauty of the line.
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