Sunday, 26 June 2011


We left the hospital to walk through the forest in the heavy rainfall; the kind that pelts your skin. Two blue gowns frolicking in the muddy deep green, sensations fully awakened after the sterility of the ward. Our hair dripped with cool water, blue patient gowns soaked through. Upon returning to my room, I stripped myself of wet cloth, and began drawing this moment from memory.
For days I lived inside that illustration, there was a world that was created, and with every graphite stroke raindrop it became more of a home.


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