Herring in a furcoat.

How the series of literal food drawings started...
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Every once in awhile, this poem floats to the top of my head and I taste plums. This Is Just To Say William Carlos Williams - 1883-1963 I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which you were probably saving for breakfast Forgive me they were delicious so sweet and so cold https://www.instagram.com/p/Cd8eMduOKzm/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link
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Behind the Russian Church there is an abyss. The moss and the rubbish are slippery and jagged old tins glitter at the bottom. For hundreds of years they have piled up higher and higher against a long dark-red house without windows. The red house crawls round the rock and it is very significant that it has no windows. Behind the house is the harbour, a silent harbour with no boats in it. The little wooden door in the rock below the church is always locked. Hold your breath when you run past it, I told Poyu. Otherwise Putrefaction will come out and catch you. Poyu always has a cold. He can play the piano and holds his hands in front of him as if he were afraid of being attacked or was apologizing to someone. I always scare him and he follows me because he wants to be scared. - Sculptor's Daughter by Tove Jansson #dailydrawing #tovejansson
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2 Comments
OKAT (@okat)
Reminds me (in a subtle way) of characters in the bathhouse from Spirited Away.
Sabina Hahn (@meanwhileplaces)
@okat what a wonderful compliment! Thank you.