Sunday, 12 January 2014

A messenger of hope

My pencil has been given time to play recently. I have to admit to wondering what, if anything would come out as it has been so long since I allowed myself time to draw for no reason other than the pleasure of watching whatever arrives.

Graphite had barely touched paper when he appeared. A kind and slightly dishevelled being who is unafraid to take help to the darkest places. He is solid not only in stature but also in his unshakeable peace. It is his job to arrive when all hope is lost and line the clouds with silver.....