And where do you say we start  to shake ourselves of our memories and reason?   To greet the bewildered road with our soggy  and aimless feet. With eyes streaming, now downcast from the round sky,  fingering the small hole at the centre of all the thinness.   You look something…

today in music we were given the assignment to draw the form of a classical piece, first we listened and drew whatever came to mind and after that we had to listen to it again but this time try to draw a form for the music that we listened to.…