just not feeling the fishbone vibe this grey sputtering sunday so i'm sitting around looking for inspiration and, typical of me, i spend some time looking backwards to old photos and classical illustration. then i took a snap of myself to see what i look like in this state of mind and in the background i see the past - an old sharpie drawing (actually a photocopy of an old sharpie drawing) - that i've always liked. i wish i could remember drawing it, what it felt like, because it's a freehand sketch that just happened. an emotional response to an idea that seemed to compose itself on the page. the original is gone now. lost in the shuffle. but i do remember giving it a name. i called it 'tears of joy'
