snapdragon350

I began to draw myself naked a lot after I left home. Nothing special or grotesque -- just me leaning against boxes piled to the ceiling with an easel and a mirror in front of me. I suddenly found myself in a space and time thirty-four floors over the rest of the city, and it was private and mine. I couldn’t find any way to christen it but to do the one thing that would fully expose me to it; though, my drawings never really looked like me, just someone standing where I stood. The charcoal seemed to permanently stain my hands, too. Not much was unpacked in those first few weeks. I spent a lot of time visualizing how I wanted the rooms t