Hidden treasure…

Sometimes I just have to prove to myself that I still can. It felt good to do something observational, to think about negative space and form and light and shadow and really look at a thing rather than dreaming it up. To actually draw a thing that’s there in front of me. So the victim of choice was these tiny bones and the weapon, biro. I’ve had the bones for ages, I found them and keep them in this little box like some kind of psycho killer. I’m not. I just love their bleached beauty and their reminder that everything is finite. We’ll all be bones in a box one day I suppose. I wonder what people reading this think I’m like in real life…

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