Saturday, January 17, 2015

Drawings

I want to cry
to mourn
the lost
the broken 
the unfulfilled
but here I am
now not then
that is what I have to offer


 Watercolour pencil on rice paper. Not really finished, but probably not going any further.

An old thought returns one afternoon.

A longer journey ahead.

A little awkward, but Zaa says most of the right things.

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