A workman comes into his kitchen, washes his hands, and wipes them with a towel.
This is splendour of the very plain and simple; nothing heroic, nothing histrionic; no life and death dramatics; no hallelujah chorus; just an aria on the ordinary. No other content necessary. For there is an energy in the jacket folds and those of the towel, and in the lines of the pen that searches them out. The mind clicks and fixes the image into place.
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Hi Scott…as I look at this ,I could see Rod in this guy as he so often comes in ,either to the kitchen, taking a towel from it’s tucked in place in the handle of the fridge door,, or the bathroom from a hook on the wall. I find myself watching his different movements needed to do the job!……crazy or what…lol….maybe too much time on my hands ….🦋. Great drawing and descriptive writing !
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Thanks for looking in. And the fitting comment about looking for meaning in the most ordinary; unfortunately we don’t look there often enough!
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