Now
and then, I draw something that doesn’t make any sense.
It
has no story behind it, no stated purpose, and no logic. It simply is. It’s a
feeling I got, or something strange that tickled my imagination, or a haunting
thought.
It’s
where words fail.
These
last examples, which are also my favorites, were done on calendar pages, day by
day. When I started one, I had little idea what it would become by the end of
the month.
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