You sit down and you have nothing to say or maybe too many things to say. Doing this blog has taught me a lot about those guys who used to broadcast on the radio in the middle of the night. Every night they sit in front of the microphone and they have to wonder if anybody’s out there. Long haul truckers, all night restaurants, lonely people with heartburn, stranded lovers in the dark. And you wonder too what the conversation should be…imagine someone sitting across the table? I do that from time to time. Some of my drawings take a lot of time …and I talk to them. But sometimes it’s just play. I don’t care if nobody’s there. The drawing is like a little piece of music…something that stuck in my head and I want to get it out and listen to it.
It’s cold today…rehearsal for winter. One of those frozen October days when the light is hard and crisp and the sun flashes a dozen colours on the trees. They haven’t yet shed those leaves…but these cold nights and the shorter days will soon fill the sidewalks and lawns with colour and the familiar smell of fallen leaves. Time to start remembering where the sweaters and warm coats are stashed.
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