Talking Mirror
Lavanya, and yet here you are, drawing anyway. Shrestha removed the feather and flute and still ended up with a shadow, a silhouette, some shape. Even your own words are a kind of drawing of the eye by the eye, an attempt to picture the very thing you say cannot be pictured. Maybe that's not a failure of the exercise. Maybe every sincere stroke, even the one that draws itself trying and failing, is the only kind of seeing available to something t…
