I, too, am but an observer

2 March 2021

I too, am but an observer  

Morocco, April 2007 Tombo pen on Muji paper

Just a brief note today.

The entire Northern Rivers here on the north coast of New South Wales has flooded. Mullumbimby was hit hard but Lismore is under 15 meters of water and people are being rescued from their roofs. A terrible tragedy, it’s awful. The photos I’ve seen reveal a decimated landscape. Between this event and the war in Putain’s invasion of Ukraine, I understand how people can lose all hope. 

I haven’t been able to get out due to the flooded roads every which way. I’m safe but trapped at home. So this is my page today, done from one of my drawing trips to Morocco back around 2007. Somehow it feels appropriate. I made several drawing trips there and would spend all day drawing in the streets. I made lots and filled small Muji books that I rarely looked through until I was leaving. I loved these trips though they were not holidays.

This drawing came one afternoon. I look back at it now and I imagine that I had somehow stumbled upon Death, who at that moment was crossing the street. He turned his head and looked at me before turning away. This is apparently what I caught of him.