I bought “The Line” by Keri Smith in January this year from Kinokuniya.
It took me until spring to start drawing lines, because:
° I need the perfect pen...
° what is a perfect line?
° what do these lines say about me?
° a line is never just a line...
° I have no talent with lines...
The first couple of pages were easy enough, but then I got to a page where I was supposed to glue the (perfect!) pen to my leg and draw lines like this. Really now, what person in their right mind does such a thing?
Fast forward five months, I drew these lines with the (perfect!) pen between the toes of my injured left foot.
What do these lines say about me? I have no fucking clue, but I had so much fun!