Short drawing story

A short story:

Barry the life model, was a very long thin man, with a frame of a body which folded in odd ways. He had a very a large nose. His level of requests were particularly thorough. "the mat for the floor, the last one was much too thin, a lady said she would bring me some bean bags... Are you going to keep me in that position long? I just don't want to be kept in that position for too long..." He continued for some time.  "Don't worry" said the lecturer "I never keep anyone in the same position for too long - I like to chop and change you."

Barry had a facinating mouth, which I spent the afternoon drawing. These drawings became more and more humourous. My eyes were tired from exploring his lines.

Monday 22nd February 2016. Tea.Paw.Lift.Write.

Today started as always. My husband made me a cup of tea before I left for work, but the cat managed to find her paw in it. The thought of her paw in my tea was slightly repulsive. Had to let the tea go... I cleared out the office space. I found some interesting poetry I had written, an old print, some drawings of rings, crab claws, seed pods, and some photocopies of flowers given to me by a beautiful lady. Naturally I spent 20 mins chasing D and E around the studio with sticks pretending to be a witch who could not see. The sticks found repetitive surfaces to run along and made for interesting music. The sun today was particularly beautiful which lit the studio in a yellow glow which filled my soul with joy.  Block 3 lift broke down again and made for an interesting opportunity to write a beat poem in protest with a student who needed to use the lift to get to the second floor. We laughed and laughed until we could not breathe. I listened to some presentations. I picked up my new phone and wrote this. I am glad that after weeks of being in techno darkness that I can write again. In one of my emails was an invitation to a write club #2 at ESP .