Drawings: The New Photographs
We tidied up our room last night; a gargantuan task of throwing away old Guardians and finding things in plastic bags. Amongst the booty of records, comic books and old gig tickets I found something wonderful from the Halloween party I went to last month. The theme was a mental asylum, and as part of our therapy crayons and rolls of paper were scattered about the room. We were encouraged to draw our darkest fears.
Someone drew us:
Someone drew me, the mad hatter, and my mail order Viet Cong wife while we were sitting on the sofa in the living room.It was still fairly early on in the party, so we were still shy and a bit awkward, as I think comes across. Morgan’s peasant’s hat is resting on her lap, and we both have our legs crossed. “Wow”, I said, when the girl showed me what she had drawn. “We look like we’re having an amazing time”.
So thank you, girl dressed as a crazy 50s pregnant woman. It’s up on our wall.