Drawing situations in an expensive book.
The book was bought at the Louvre Museum, it was left behind until the owner decided to have it otherwise. The owner had been a very-very-very misled man, and thus had vanished. I started drawing in it and reading it at the same time. It was like a bible on African sculptures.
The owner surfaced, and wanted to retrieve it. I had it sent. A wise move, in order to avoid the inevitable mass hysteria, mass fight, at the site of the damage I had created.
Surprisingly I got a thank you letter.
Stuff I've recently found.
My family and the former australian model in NYC in the late 1990's
My drawing of my former muse
A Selfie... lost in translation in Tokyo.
Who-Tang For Ever and ever...
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