you are my measure
A concertina with Turkish map fold. A book of portrait sketches. Made with soft pastels, gouache, charcoal or pen for blind line contour. Collected on a train, at a café or breakfast table, on holiday or in a moment of everyday life.
A declaration of love.
"you are a walled garden, fallen leaves under an apple tree
you are the cry of a seagull from the beach, at night
you are my mornings, a cup of coffee from here to forever
you are my measure, my beat"
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