The falling blood fragmented into rubies then morphed to lumps of dull plastic, reddish-blue
He drew on the crystal of my shattered chandelier
over my shoulder, he drew in thin indigo a bicycle with wheels of webs
then a hearse with hollow wheels.
hey ho, just the state to go drawing in. Then the model (s) (Atmo and/or Ceri) were late. Aileen went to see if they were coming and they were in the shower together so she stripped off and posed till Atmo turned up. Tired, bad dreams, slightly panicky disorientation. Haven't looked at the work yet.
Got back from drawing to various domestic panics and then Ryan with the news that his father had died this morning. The wretched painting playing in my head like a developing photo.
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