Why do I find a broken bench so moving? Yes, because I'm a bit odd. And, yes, I'm a hyper-sensitive fool. But, apart from that, why is it so moving?
And, one more thing; whatever happened to Gomez? They were amazing.
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Oh wowee I love it! Zooming in on my iPod isn't enough. I need to view this on the big screen. Loving the sense of depth in your drawings of late. A treat for the eyes.
Wow, this is gorgeous.
Best bench ever :)
The detail of your work consistently blows my mind.
There's a certain beauty in decay and broken things -- if we allow ourselves we can identify with it even more easily than with the perfect, the new and the unmarred. Our things, our selves and our civilizations decline with a remarkable beauty. You have to capture it or you're not describing the whole story. Beautiful work!
A broken bench is moving like anything else has been a silent witness to many important things, but never recognized as this, and left ungratefully in the lap of the gods.
Amazing drawing by the way :)
Oh I love this one. Makes you wonder what conversations took place upon this bench, once upon a time...
This is lovely! I wonder who sat here and what was said...
Thank you, guys. Loved your ideas about why it's a touching image too. Joy, that's beautiful and I believe it's true.
Cheers.
I love decay, so interesting. Great drawing Andrea.
A broken bench has a story, it has history...it tells you about all the people that sat there...I love broken things, especially broken houses...beautiful work, as usual!
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