This is my first illustration 5 days after surgery. It felt good to feel the texture of the paper and hear the scratch of a pen.
Being a first, I am thrilled to have a working hand with no pain and full control. However, it’s been 2 months since I last touched pen to paper.
I need to retrain myself.
This evening was perfect with sun somewhat muted – the air almost crisp. Somewhere between now and 3 weeks from today, Fall will rise, leaving Summer’s discomfort.
The furniture on my front porch was not taken advantage of this year, and I wanted one last shot. After sketching, I came in, poured a bourbon and painted.
A perfect end for a fading day. A chair and cushion.
Yup, fewer lines seems to be my calling at the moment. I’ll go with it until the “call of the line” brings me home.
There does seem to be a little “street” in me.
We turn around and find pinholes,
water streams of light,
and took our lives.
With sounds of snorts
am I searching,
in this season of
upon them long
that stole our loves –
Give back our dreamers.
Lend to us more – for years
(written in 2012) (sketched today)