weary evenings

                                                                  kill him with my love

                                                                              market

                                                                    lines/perspective

It seemed i was moving too much towards a kind of disfiguration, getting caught in one mould.

Seeing all over again; uncharted walks. Start at the open. I can do anything. every medium, every method, every manner that offers itself to me.

Trying to draw lines, buildings, use softer tones.

What i choose is accidental.