watercolour and ink on paper
A nude male figure with a pattern, or... possibly, a successful evasive move from a potentially tricky situation. On this occasion the evasion was physical, a physical distance. A long walk, one long enough to strain legs, long enough for rubbing to start smarting. The walk was to a shop, and for most of the walk to the shop I was stuck in my mind thinking about how I was unhappy. But the tired second leg, the homeward blown leg, was calmer, indeed focussed on tiredness and getting home.
June 24
Say something nice, clever, funny, or uplifting. This will be easy on a Monday when...