the broken glass door

I found an old ms, and an old drawing this morning — years old. And I know now what to do with this.

the beginning of my next project …


        It was a seaside painting.

	In the very center, in front of the glimmering sea, some wide, curved steps came down to a pavilion. A man descending the steps had swept off his hat in a polite bow. But there was no one facing him. Only a little dog. It stood on the pavilion on its hind legs with its forepaws flourished, as if it were bowing back.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s