sketch i did today in graphite.
Life drawing in st kevans arcade. Im pretty sure she caught me. Its such a relief having a new sketchbook with nice paper in it.
oh he who walks the night
a black dog in the distance
take us up in your arms
we call your name
we hear your voice
cover us in feathers
cover us in leaves
Art must serve the artists will, never the other way around.
sketchbook drawing. graphite on paper.