Fleeting, in more sense than one. The paper boats are made of copies of Masefield’s poem “Cargoes”, executed in my Moleskine in dip pen (and finger tips) and the serum-like substance that you get when you don’t shake the ink bottle.
This one is a musing on the mutability of fashion (a.k.a. watching BBC miniseries) in art pen and Photoshop:
If anyone came here from the “impossibility” topic, I promise faithfully that by all my clocks I posted this while it was still Friday!
Back on schedule next week.