This is another of my work drawings. Over the years I have made several which I stored away as carefully as my more complete art works. To me they are evidence of a parallel me and also stand as stepping stones to the person I was becoming.
The nascent artist in me nudging away throwing out these fragmentary images. It provides a clue to to all the years of restless dissatisfaction that belonging to a desk invoked. Sending coded subconscious messages to myself.
It was a rebellion of sorts too. Acting out with line and colour if only to myself.
A sneering quest for meaning. I can see a spiky display of humour in their brevity.
Frivolous but important scraps documenting that life for me lay elsewhere.