A sketch I made back in the 70s.
The gesture depicted brings to mind lines from “Journey” by John Williams collected in The Broken Landscape
[…]
Toward evening when the wine
Ran out we turned as lovers should
To touch as petals on a darkened vine.
The first Philip Roth novel I read was The Breast: a story of transformation, like so many stories.
And so for day 2053
27.107.2012