Sunday, March 13


Poor erasers, who have been with me for so long.  You hold so may false starts, so many drawings that didn't happen; so many paths almost taken and marks that seemed all wrong at the time , then removed.  And now you are so full of these that you are dirty and can't hold anymore.


jim clark said...

your words are magnetic filings sticking to the roof of my mind

Ecstacticize said...

Jim, I think I go through more erasers than pencils at this point...:)