People aren’t supposed to be like me, sing like me, live like me, but now they’re paying me fifty thousand dollars a year for me to be like me.
People aren’t supposed to be like me, sing like me, live like me, but now they’re paying me fifty thousand dollars a year for me to be like me.
“He would encourage me to move about the studio. Would not give me a pose. Drew without looking at the paper. Drew on the floor. Follow the lines, he would say, watch the surroundings. A thin arm makes a face sadder. Describing shadows he grew small, rascally.”
Anne Carson | “Short Talk on His Draughtsmanship”