A random assortment of old memories, magically made concrete through the wonders of the watercolour pen, brought on by a perfectly crisp September night, & by Beth's unexpected & delightful late night company & inspiration.
(I need to see that portrait of me on this blog lady!)
Here goes, with the memories:
Too many shades of brown to count, the particular golden colour of sunlight on fall leaves, chocolate chip pancakes & excessive butter & maple syrup, nina simone in the kitchen with an open window & a cool night, wearing our hearts on our sleeves & whiskey shots (ballantines) when nothing else works, whiskey in a tiny kitchen on a late fall afternoon & a mixtape & a carefully prepared hamburger seeming like love, & sunday breakfast seeming like forever.
Too many shades of brown to count, the particular golden colour of sunlight on fall leaves, chocolate chip pancakes & excessive butter & maple syrup, nina simone in the kitchen with an open window & a cool night, wearing our hearts on our sleeves & whiskey shots (ballantines) when nothing else works, whiskey in a tiny kitchen on a late fall afternoon & a mixtape & a carefully prepared hamburger seeming like love, & sunday breakfast seeming like forever.
All apparently captured by this drawing. Damn, though, no matter whatever other shit is going on, how I love September.
THE BEST MONTH.
at least in Massachusetts.
Clear blue, clear brown, clear gold,
impossible to draw,
but oh so beautiful so I'll keep trying.
THE BEST MONTH.
at least in Massachusetts.
Clear blue, clear brown, clear gold,
impossible to draw,
but oh so beautiful so I'll keep trying.
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