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Monsieur, you are a figment. I gaze on you blindly. Without sight, scent, feel. Only your words massage my throat, my breasts. I write you into my book because you are here. Writing is blind. Marks on the page. We intuit the contours. Memoirs of an imaginal life. After I lost my sight, I could see. I drew a calligraphy of letters, a Braille of seeing. These lines are not visible. Read them to me now. ©Brenda Clews, 2006
Tags: life drawing
Lifedrawings Most of these drawings are from 2005-2006, and represent a return to artwork after a 15 year hiatus. Most of them are figures from drop-in lifedrawing sessions at local art studios, though some are self-portraits or drawings of friends.
