I'm here. It is there.
It has a history of existence before we met in this place.
And now here we are, together for a short time.
in all my life
have I sat before this cup, this mug, this teapot, this milk jug in just this way.
With this scent of spring in the air,
this boy asking me if I'd prefer to sit outside,
this feeling of not wanting to go to work today...
Here we are, together as never before.
I turn to a new page, pick up - mmm - a brush pen.
I want the responsiveness of it.
The lovely shape of the hole in the spout,
the belly of the jug, how full it is;
the line of the handle,
the shape of the shadows,
the changes in colour.
There is the architecture.
The delight in sensing design,
feeling the weight of the curves in my mind,
sensing them as if I'm holding them,
As if we are holding each other.
Drawing is not a one-sided thing,
It is a communion,
where we - milk jug, teapot, cup or mug and I,
than the sum of all our parts.