Today, waiting for my daughter to get her blue foot x-rayed, I drew this man, also waiting, reading his magazine beside some astonishing faux tulipes, silver and blue. A woman smelling of cigarette smoke sat very near me, older than me, more ruined. Then she took out a small red book that looked like a bible or prayer book, and as she read it her hands trembled. She took out a pencil and wrote something in the inside cover, where she had written other things before.
"Is the French word for slippers sleepers?" asked Juliette who had come out of the x-ray room and was taking off the blue paper slippers to put in the bin. "The sign."
PUT DIRTY SLEEPERS HERE
I have been wanting to re-start my sketchbook for a long time. I keep thinking about it but never doing it. Finally Ania Szado told me, "Brain, release hand. Hand, get to it. Sketch mindlessly." So here is l'homme qui attend x-ray avec faux tulipes. He might be hard to see here, as I drew him in pencil. Perhaps he is nearly invisible.