seeing the Drawn in all things. In the chitonous flanges of lost, leaping limbs...
who mimic so soundly the inscriptions in our own outer husks.
in the more explicitly drawn as well. But here, the drawing was made (as is so often the case with the very young) purely for the resonant feeling of chalk worn down on a clean chalkboard, using the shoulders and torso to move the line down the surface, neither noticing nor judging the quality of the line. And then placing, for reasons of her own I am certain, the magnetic letters at important junctions. Who knows what kind of scribe's magic has been assembled here?
...in those fleeting and beautiful remnants of walks that are most beautiful when wet.
...and, importantly, in the secretly and swiftly drawn. In the uncontrollable need to claim and leave evidence. The most vital kind of fevered drawing - unloaded and then escaped.