Tuesday, November 5, 2013

November Wars




November Wars

She just walked away
I watched her
I sketched her
And what
She didn’t leave behind
Seeing from within
The not so random voids
Holes within calculated lines
Convinced by past hypocrisy
She’d face again
My November wars

All those earlier months knowing there would always be a few more. And then November and now it’s too late.
Maybe next year?
5.5”x 3.5” fountain pen on sketchpad

6 comments:

  1. Lorsque le vent fort de novembre prend la forme d'une visage... Il hurle et hante ...
    Un très joli croquis;
    Gros bisous

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    1. I like the this: “Strong November wind”. The wind is screaming outside my studio now.
      Thank you

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  2. Beyond the chains of pain: November
    They stay behind, waiting...
    I love sketch, but more your writing

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    1. I like the idea of the chains of pain being left behind.. Wonderful image. I need to do more drawings of this. Maybe add a few more lines☺
      Thank you

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  3. Is it really too late...is it ever too late?
    Perhaps there is hope yet.
    This is wonderfully intriguing.
    I hear her whispering in the strong November wind...if only I could catch the words...then maybe I would understand!:)

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    1. At some point it really is too late. The same pattern can’t just continue, on and on☺
      I do like “her whispering in the November wind” though..
      Thank you

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