Though I drew her last night, I wrote a poem for her 6 years ago:
Gaze
Yesterday,
the bus stop,
all the people's heads
turned, watching.
Gaze of anxiety.
The blind woman tapping
her way forward.


in my apartment on a dance-the-poetry-within-you day I never know what is going to emerge that day, ever, always a surprise a rough draf...
Great sketches, Brenda. I applaud your skill and your bravery. Your strokes are well placed, the smudging quite right and the color splashes both intriguing and dynamic. Nice !!
ReplyDeleteThank you Bill! I did them in a little journal, late at night, but am now thinking, be brave, do one in your Moleskine, or, jitters, on canvas. Lovely effects, and you are so right, there no going back with the charcoal - sure, a kneaded eraser is crucial, but there's no way to fully undo any lines or shading. Many thanks!!!
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