Sheath of feeling. Words groping to touch air.
Monday, March 19, 2018
H.D. (Hilda Doolittle) later in life - from a photograph. I used a crude $2. bamboo reed pen, which I probably shouldn’t have, it blots and delivers too much ink at whim, and normally I like how using it refuses too neat a drawing, but can’t say if it worked here, and a dip pen to finish. Part of a project.
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