I drew a bit of all of us in him

the man on the train
regarding no thing in particular
but with a melancholy air

and noticing he couldn't see me — or didn't
i sketched him

beneath a heavy brow, which he couldn't fully know
some light.



we bid adieu

Watercolor: soaking the senses

playing with paint in a lazy and dangerous setting: my bed 



*coloring the canvas beneath the canvas: temptation noted.