Not really drawing. Just thinking.
Listening to Blur, Out of Time.
Not going with this salt line anymore so I'll pop it in here.
Once, up in Yirrkala, I watched a small metal dish of salt slowly
become a little dish of water. January humidity. Hurricane close by.
Thus the inspiration. It's mainly Borges flavours in this script, but so much more.
One day I'll draw it a little better. Perhaps go for this incredibly loose scruffy look (on right side - lines everywhere. I do like lines, everywhere.) Matches the glacial progress.
' carried by blue tigers.
They've been trying to work out when and where to put me down.
Past the 52 toads.
Over there somewhere.
Quite a ride.
My favourite guitar riff. And drums. Due to this being a blog, here is Radiohead.