Desk. Pen and ink on paper, 9" x 6".
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Who was Cassandra?
In the Iliad, she is described as the loveliest of the daughters of Priam (King of Troy), and gifted with prophecy. The god Apollo loved her, but she spurned him. As a punishment, he decreed that no one would ever believe her. So when she told her fellow Trojans that the Greeks were hiding inside the wooden horse...well, you know what happened.
I've always attached the number of words to my short stories. This seemed to irritate my late pal, Joe Hyam. I think he thought it was un-literary. Yet how does my apparent solecism differ from the graphic compulsion to include dimensions?
Posted by: Roderick Robinson | April 03, 2020 at 01:52 AM
I love this drawing Beth. So much of you is in it, not just the loving attention to each object, but the subtle differences and weight of the lines. It's full of life and care. Bravo!
Posted by: Natalie | April 04, 2020 at 07:22 AM