Monday, June 8, 2015

World's Worst Library

One of the paper files that recently traveled (in consequence of retirement) from work to home contained drawings made by my daughter when she went with me as a child to the university library where I was employed for so many years. We both considered the drawing above to be a masterpiece. Both it and the drawing below date from those early days (probably the 1980s) but the frog-and-fish fable was not  made by my daughter. It was my own contribution to some forgotten quasi-competitive drawing-game we would have been playing back then.