DRAWINGS & THOUGHTS
A few sketchbook pages from this year.
ZLATICA
She sits in her daughter's house. Exhausted. A lifetime should pass her by, but this is cyclical. Everything is on repeat. She takes a small sip of her Turkish coffee, and then sits quietly with her hands in her lap. She misses home. Her country, the familiarity of the language and food. What she'd give for a flight out of Norfolk and into the concrete park by her council flat on the outskirts of Belgrade. Half there. Barely here. She takes another sip.
Rest your head upon
my shoulder
A Presence. Shifting and moving.
Wrapped and in boxes. Lay into
the sheets,
unwind. Rest your head upon
my shoulder.
LIAM
Flash back a year. The sun streams across the pavement at Barbican. He lays on the bench. A playwright, contemplating contemplations. He has to squint.