in the room
he's not a drawing anymore. this week he's just been around — settled into a couch, standing still for a photo, waiting under something someone else made. nothing eventful. that felt worth writing down anyway.
the couch

he found the corner where the blanket folds over itself and stayed there. we didn't plan much beyond that. some places just hold you the right way, and you stop looking for anything better.
a proper look

three-quarters turned, plain grey behind him, nothing else in the frame. sometimes you need to see a thing clearly before you can place it anywhere. this was that.
something he found

someone had already built it before he arrived. a small wooden rainbow, colors worn just slightly at the edges. he stood underneath it and didn't move. some things don't need you to do anything except notice them.
