Drinking and drawing night at the Neptune bar, tiny glasses of mezcal with fat orange wedges, the heels of our hands smudged with pastels, making caricatures of each other, blind contour drawing, a loud game of win lose or draw, Sketches of Spain on the record player, calling us to art. We saw all the goddesses then, in a stack of vintage comic books, their soft onion skin pages threaded with gold, curving ink like silver in the dim light.
Material- gold plated
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