Further Down the Rabbit Hole

This is a brief memoir about early art's education/influences:

Time has no meaning.

Eventually I make my way slowly down the two dark flights of stairs.

I turn to the left at the bottom moving into the silent kitchen.

I ease down onto the long wooden bench at the kitchen/picnic table.

My eye is drawn upward.

Huge wet black letters fill the ceiling space. The three have left their calling card: Circus, Bouncer, Chains.


This quick sketch done using Sumo.
This memoir chapter that started with the June 8 post will conclude on August 21.