Another Excerpt from my new Autobiographical graphic novel in the works dealing with Childhood in Iran, family, Iran Revolution of 1979, divorce, Iran-Iraq War, toop-e-pelastiky and much, much, more:
“……I give Milan and Kian a hug.
My black India ink drawing pen is flying on the scratch paper.
It has a mind of its own.
For an hour I sit behind the kitchen counter , trying all the dried up drawing pens from 10 years ago.
Hoping to find one that has ink.
I switch to red, then green.
Then, I am done.
I feel better.
I had drawn her……”
Kaveh Adel, the Human.