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1. Sheila Ryan on November 19th, 2009 at 2:21 pm

   I love this.

2. Sheila Ryan on November 19th, 2009 at 2:28 pm

   I mean it. This is a killer.

3. Wil Freeborn on November 19th, 2009 at 2:33 pm

   great, thanks Sheila!

4. Phil Bebbington on November 19th, 2009 at 4:16 pm

   Terrific, Wil. I’d like to be followed for a stretch.

5. Michael Smith on November 19th, 2009 at 5:53 pm

   I agree with Sheila, killer.

   It reminds me of how I feel some mornings when I walk to work and I’m immersed in the content on my iPhone. On those mornings the world around me may as well look like the blank pages of a moleskine.

6. Sheila Ryan on November 19th, 2009 at 6:22 pm

   It is the sense of light — in the absence of any depiction of light — that blows me away.

   That and other things.

7. Daryl Scroggins on November 19th, 2009 at 11:32 pm

   This is wonderful, Wil. Seeing it conjured an old memory: when I was a child I went to see a puppet show, and the puppets were that sort manipulated by sticks attached to feet and elbows and heads. They moved about with convincing auttonomy, but being the anti-establishment child that I was I began to make myself watch the movement of the sticks. This seemed like a great success to me–until I ventured out after the show into the always sacred after-theater evening light, and looked back to see long shadows trailing my spindly legs like sticks, pushing me onward into a dreaded story.

8. Sheila Ryan on November 19th, 2009 at 11:35 pm

   I’m thinking to venture off to sleep now, after too many sleepless nights, but I am going to see your drawing, Wil, and hear Daryl’s words.

9. Ali on December 1st, 2009 at 4:27 pm

   I couldn’t want this picture more… even if I tried.

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