Saturday, June 19, 2010

A couple of ink drawings

I liked making minutely detailed ink drawings for a couple of reasons. I could do them stoned. I could do them anywhere. And I could do them while sitting in bars while my then husband played open mike nights. The photo of the two of the ladies sucks, I'm sorry, I'm not sure these still exist, I'd have to look through the piles of clutter. The one of the ruined mill, however, which I was very proud of at the time, is in the possession of my mother in Indiana. She peeled it off the inside of a kitchen cabinet where it was living, along with studies of onions and lemons and other deeply meaningless subjects, and had them expensively matted and framed. She tells me when she dies, I'll get them back.

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