I’ve read once that a book is like a door. A door to another place, another time, another world. I find it to be so true, and through my life, I was fortunate enough to step through many doors. So one evening I was thinking about this, and that’s how this drawing was born. I feel that there’s a darker version lurking in my brain as well, but I’ll leave that for another time and another mood.
“What she was finding also was how one book led to another, doors kept opening wherever she turned and the days weren’t long enough for the reading she wanted to do.”
― Alan Bennett,
The drawing was done with my Tiger colouring pencils, Faber Castle pens and a little help from my make-up kit 😀