my white room


i never saw a moor—
i never saw the sea—
yet know i how the heather looks
and what a billow be.

e.d.



10/5/12


it gets darker everywhere,
day is shorter, cloths, my
drawing papers




it's aiko, her second summer in
the school. she would come the
first one in the morning, wearing
small apple dress with a square
handkerchief cliped on it, sneezing
all day long












and sahira, who every day reminded me
of myself, endless hours of botany projects
and math problems. i got a postcard from
her after a year i left the school, read it
with rivers in my eyes














5 comments:

  1. beautiful portraits
    the color of the paper
    only black
    it says so much

    love
    Patrice A.

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  2. so expressive,
    one can see your love for them
    in your strokes.

    x

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  3. beautiful portraits. they fascinate me. dark strokes on brown paper and haunting memories. so moving.

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