Without electric light, my work place is suffused with the magic of dusk. On my drawing board lie drawings made earlier in the year, and earlier during this time of lockdown. The diary I kept of drawings executed the while lies open. This is where I feel comfortable in the evenings, throughout the long Spring days. This is where I commit to paper my ideas, thoughts, responses, where I sip wine and coffee, from where I call my mother on the telephone, where I can always be found.
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