Elegy for Angela
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More …becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy as my mood is irreparably soured. And it turns out that things are less likely to go well when you go about convinced that they won’t.
More …Does alcohol melt the ice and numb the discomfort? Or is it a cushion that we wedge between us, absorbing the pokes and the scratches?
More …I used to observe my mother getting ready for work - putting on her uniform, packing her roller bag, and securing a union button to her lapel. But one day there was a change in her routine: she left her button laying on her dresser.
More …I signed up for figure drawing class not because I have an interest in drawing (I don’t really), but because I am pathetically slow at sketching subjects to paint. This class focused on blocking-in the figure, in other words, reducing the live model to a series of blocks.
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