As I post the sketches from France, I am surprised at the little details which pop out of the sketches. Things I thought I wouldn't forget. I took this photo through a dusty window in France, but if it had not had a date on it, I might think it had come from an old memory of Japan.
Memories are like that. They get fuzzy. They connect with other memories. They recreate themselves. They recreate us.
Today, I've added 3 more days of sketches to the April Blog. They begin just after my list of thanks. Click here for the Archive: