Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Sketches

"I come in. I'm going to sketch, I'm going to drape, I don't know what I'm going to do." - Geoffrey Beene

the image comes forth
not like a grand sonata
but like a sweet giggle

Haiga 12


And the first rude sketch that the world had seen was joy to his mighty heart, till the Devil whispered behind the leaves "It's pretty, but is it Art?" - Rudyard Kipling

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