Seems I’ve been gone awhile. Words no longer stream from my brain.
The details are distractions.
This small drawing illustrates
“Every body falls apart”
If you think not, you are disarmed by deceptive thinking.
You will not last forever in that skin bag you might hold so dear.
Next we meet, there are no promises I shall be any more charming. But I don’t think anyone ever accused me of being flushed with sweetness and light!
While perhaps not charming, I do have a few charms… Go figure.
Feelings always expose themselves upon the page.
They simply cannot lie.
That must be why I make marks…
My mountain is dead.
As soon as she has dried, I’ll bury her under a decent layer of white paint.
But I haven’t done with the old lady;
far from it!
Text, Artwork and Photography by L’Adelaide Skjoedt. All rights reserved.