Wednesday, April 25, 2007


I drew this at a dinner party; finished off at home.
A person, I knew, a wife of a friend, we always had a good laugh.
Phillip liked it but that was not enough.
We don't see each other as much anymore and the friend
has moved far away.
The hands defiant, the table centered, the door open and revealing.
The clock can just be seen, time fades away.
Look at me, into my eyes and
redeem the time.

Hands On Table 1998

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