Monday, May 6, 2013

Another for the collection

When I travel, I draw.  It eases the time between destinations and passes the time of jovial inquisitions of curious strangers. 
I enjoy peace when I doodle,
I enjoy the rhythm of my dots.
I was in transit with this tree, flying from Vancouver to Toronto.
I was comforted by its familiar silhouette, longing a memory.
~ a.

archival black ink on paper

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