Saturday, 14 May 2011

Sacrifice and Redemption

Ripped sketch of a loaf of bread

I sketched this 19 months ago. It was a Sunday, and I went and bought bread and wine. White wine, because I knew the colour of the wine didn't matter. I sketched the bread, and wondered how I could break something so beautiful, in order to eat it. My sketch ripped somehow. I was struck by the pure white of the torn page...

Tomorrow is Sunday too, and I won't be buying anything. I won't be sketching my breakfast, either.

Some gifts take time to be received!

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