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.
Flames of Prejudice
A nude male figure with patterns and other...