drawing | monogram

there's no place like wallony to hunt down derelict délice, especially when the sun comes out. and whether it was that sun, starring all morning way into the afternoon, or house upon wall upon car upon pilot that crossed my view, as i was loitering the dilapidated streets and alleys: today was a good day for visual expression.

after a winter stop of shooting outside photographs, i find my eye drawn to different subjects than usual, to changing moods and shifting angles. as if the space around me is looking for a new way in, straight into my lens. thoroughly enjoyable. 

naturally, i had the drawing challenge on my mind. i even took my book and felt tips, with the intention to draw outside, in the monk's gardens e.g. (which was closed), or in a rundown café on the high street (which was closed ~ for refurbishing ~ figures ☻). 

i headed back home. a monogram is such an interesting subject. many hours in my life i have spent monogram and type watching, as does a bird watcher in nature. i go quiet whilest eyeing swirls, curves and graphics to ornamental words or names. when images intertwine with type, i am in heaven! 

it is comforting that so many out there feel the same. that's why i let my hand travel the paper, in order to get my own initials straight. or lobsided more like. overworked even. i keep telling myself: perfection so is not key. 
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patrice collects monograms this weekend. 
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and traveler...
walk with me.