I want to draw pictures of huge dragon flies, and then make them real on paper and suspend them from my ceiling. I want to use translucent paper for the wings and shade it in colours and hang them by lights. I want to suspend them with elastics and give them a little tug to get them flying.
I want to look through bleak photographs of Toronto's narrow, grey streets and overlay treework over them and drop vines down vertical surfaces.
Instead right now I'm drawing my wonderland through a looking glass, and it mostly sees me the misfit king over a charmingly broken world waiting atop a hill in my mismatched finery.
I'm glad to have my stylus back.
I want to look through bleak photographs of Toronto's narrow, grey streets and overlay treework over them and drop vines down vertical surfaces.
Instead right now I'm drawing my wonderland through a looking glass, and it mostly sees me the misfit king over a charmingly broken world waiting atop a hill in my mismatched finery.
I'm glad to have my stylus back.
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