Invisible Eve 17
Time. It expands, fills,
and then retreats and chokes. Where
are those minutes now?
Once I smiled. The lines
are in my face. Time turns like
grey hairs. Minutes. Years.
I’m finding it useful to do more than one version of these faces. When I draw the surface, somehow something underneath jumps out at me, and it’s not always the same thing. A reminder not just for a portrait, but for seeing people in general: there’s a lot you miss, especially if you are not really paying close attention.
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