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.