Leave a Comment · Posted on June 26, 2010
Pen, watercolour. Light, sound, motion that washes this place, then the next. I breathe out, someone breathes in.
1 Comment · Posted on June 22, 2010
Ink, watercolour. Look there, then look away. It becomes a memory. Look again. Away. The first memory, the second. Both are true.
Leave a Comment · Posted on June 22, 2010
Pen, watercolour. These metal pedestrians are so familiar that they disappear like people. Lined up for a bus that never comes. I can still read Luxmii when I close my eyes.
Leave a Comment · Posted on June 20, 2010
Pen, watercolour. Gasoline ripples rise on watery air. We only see the colours that are left behind.
1 Comment · Posted on June 19, 2010
Pen, watercolour. It depends on your direction; what you see, what colour finds you, how long you wait. Sometimes it all comes at once.
Leave a Comment · Posted on June 18, 2010
Coloured pencil, ink. Blue slices of another sky, a different distance. Tonight the walls pulse with the day’s forgotten heat.