day two-hundred-and-fifty-four - flying fish

once i wrote a poem about the flying fish cafe at port elliot (in south australia)... this has nothing to do with that other than sharing it's name.

i just thought you should know. i remember there was a line about having to pay for bread. true poetic art it was!

© jem barratt

ooo pretty. yes i approve. i always say i want to do various series of drawing styles and then never do them so i'll just cut out the middle man and never draw like this again...

(we'll see)

xj