27JUL
The apartment was empty except for the light. I sat with my sketchbook for twenty minutes before I picked up the pen — just watching how it moved across the pale wood floor. There's a kind of stillness here that doesn't ask anything of you. I drew the window. Then I drew the shape the window made. By the time we started, I had filled three pages with things that aren't in the photograph. That's always the way.
Mood: Contemplative