Two pens resting on the table, drawn quickly before they were put back to work. The lines wander and double back, but that is part of looking: an ordinary object becomes particular when we give it our full attention.
Ink sketch from observation.
She is screaming.
You just can’t hear her.
Cinch tighter.
The paper crumples.
She takes up less space.
Sometimes, silencing is just making someone smaller.
