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Pen drawings from a desk in Lisbon: the same window most mornings, one object at a time, and the underdrawing beneath every plate.
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I drew the same window for six mornings. The mullion did not move. The reflection did. On Thursday a bus sat in the glass for so long I put it in the picture, and on Friday it was gone and the drawing looked unfinished…
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I drew the window while the rain was still deciding where to go. Each pane made a different map: a clean path, a crowded one, a line that broke against the old putty.
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Thursday, 5 November, 8:40. The left shutter is half closed today. That has happened four times since day 1, always on a Thursday, and I still do not know who closes it.