Sunday, March 13

Erasure

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.

2 comments:

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...:)