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Swan flying: ink drawing |
May 15: Composed partly of sculptural surface and partly of an irregular white patch, there is definitely still a swan in the side of the log so I carve it, trying with a line to convey the weight of the creature. The weather is still cool, unsettled. I'm concentrating, my ears full of crashing wave-sounds, content until I wonder whether I would even hear if anyone snuck up on me. To test, I look up to find surrounding me like a flock of bright finches wearing pink, sherbet orange and lime green, a busload of tourists! |
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