Gum trees into rattling powered by the wind in the power of almost 60knots.Inside of the drawing studio In the hamlet of Footscray I just produced a twenty minutes of a male poser stain in the ink first very light with the watering sepia outline the muscles then the black filled on sepia’ lines what if the black boat skiing along sepia coloured Murray river , I blessed the drawing with the title of ‘ Sharp Shoulder Man ‘ as the boat turn sharp in river’s bend.
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I could say ‘Good Morning‘ to you in Auslan direct from Footscray after my Fiat’s wheels brushing away Autumn’s yellow brown with light coated of plum purple, from tar soaking streets, leaves into the flight as Monarch madame butterflies went freak of vibration of Fiat’s Michelins. The Madames return to their pollen nests safe without any scratch. Checked in my case for black ink and oh fucking!I left it in my towering castle. The artist’s case treated as the artist’s first aid,there were blue,sepia and violet in the case.I messed with blue ink for drawing of female poser to be a veteran of yoga with her thousands years skill in her blood.Blue effected me like the computerised stained DNA coloured Blue on the paper that bamboo brush kick out the pixels transfer it into the ancient flowing of ink with brittles which the data hardly fit in the hairs and control by my natural breeding brain storing every seconds with thousands years skill borrow from ancient Chin in my data.
Primavera, a polished cherry red with the mirrors all in sparkling silver was draw into the studio by the owner who is the male poser into the ground zero for a twenty minutes session. The helmet free poser seated into the saddle could like a cowboy ready for the show. I soaked two bamboo brushes into ink and the hairs in full of tar like black that I have to decide to abandon a single line depth outlining of the human. I want that my paper into alive with the motion of ‘speeding Vespa’ by the riotous of the depths. After the session the Vespa with ‘owner’ come out, one of my best ink for awhile. I could to continue with the huge amount of line mess with the inks.
My spectacles which survived Cambodia’s tropic weather against harsh sun or downpour and my eyes ritually preferred this spectacles for years until it disappeared from the bluestone paving street near my towering castle. Forced to borrow a fashionable spectacles non progressive lens oh fucking happen! The headaches re born slight almost at my forehead the reason my eyes don’t trust my temporary specs. Struggling to manage my emotional to be balance but survive through the ink awashing session at the life drawing. The model is female stains with the messy description of green inks on her body located in her both thighs. I am alway draw a plain tone models who have tattoos only draw of jewellery found among earlobes or fingers or wrist.