Line

 A young man finds an aptitude for drawing lines with black pen. He goes to the Big City with his black pen. Draws lines over notebooks, canvases, subways, hoardings. Draws energy: birth, life, death, dogs. Broken lines, dashes, zips, but truly one continuous [line]. With black pen he goes overseas. Draws all over Collingwood bricks, St. Kilda Road waterwall. One line at a time. Back in the Big City he draws all through his illness, over glass, flesh, sarcophaguses. The young man dies, leaving millions of lines over surfaces. He is an author who gives up words for black lines.

 

[line] Melbourne iPhone photograph 6 of 10: Entrance to the National Gallery of Victoria, St. Kilda Road, 2^nd of November 2019, 8:57 pm.