(not) painting a Carr's water-biscuit box
(not) painting a Carr’s water-biscuit box
George looked at me, in an all-knowing way, and said
“paint what you see”
as he handed me a Carr’s water-biscuit box
it’s blue, I thought, and boring,
but I took it away and set it on a table
in luke-warm autumn sunlight
after a while, I had a rough oil pastel sketch
that I thought was quite accomplished
I had caught the slight sheen from th...
Wednesday 26th February 2014 5:01 pm
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