Bit behind with the ‘drawing a day keeps the ills at bay’ but there are the little drawings from that fateful day - the roses my Mother and I laid at the Brixton mural (there were probably only around a dozen) - but oh how it grew!
~ Sun machine is coming down and we’re gonna have a party ~
advanced addition to the introvert collection / overgrowing freckles in the overgrowing garden / Peter Pan themes at ‘work’, cardboard ticking crocodiles and I’m crossing my fingers for a thimbled heart and a trip to never land (have slept with my window ajar since childhood) / 5-year-old Jack’s (aptly named) drawing of a sinking titanic / spelling of meanwhile/meenwile made my little heart ache
16, 17, 18 & 19th of May ~ daily drawings (very behind)
the novelty of wanting to wear ones heART on one’s sleeve (or failing that a lapel) / Fat Whites at the windmill; plunged into the perimeter of the rampage / says of hands - observations on the underground, suspicious northern line sketching and lemon packaging in bao