The Winter Jazz
[...inside the giant clock
sits his mother,
cigarette in hand
and unicorns in the eye;
she died sitting-
the mother of all winter stories...]
I did the artwork for this poem by Inam Hussain Mullick. Click on the picture if you wish to read the poem.
8 comments:
looks a professional job. all ri8!
Ur "inklines" are no less than ur words. It's a "poem" in black and white.
@what's in a name?:
Thanks! :)
@kinkong:
return to the blogworld then? goodgood. :D
amazing work anurima !
cool... you are pretty creative :-)
Cheers! :-)
something's terribly wrong with me.
first I read shutoutfromparadise as shoutfrom paradise now I read inklines and inkliness and wondered whatever that meant!
Im getting old.
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
chhobita je chomotkar aagei toh bolechhi.[:D] abar bolchhi.
Fantastic! Lovely blog, and great drawing! :)
@ all: thank you very much, get me a scanner plis people :( will upload more ink sketches!
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