アサイラム・ドローイング
by Róisín Curé “It’s like an asylum drawing,” said my husband in response to yet another sketch I stuck under his nose. I didn’t know how to answer that. “Asylum? As in, someone looking for asylum?” I said. “No, it looks frantic, as if it were done by someone in an asylum.” Right. We visited my husband Marcel’s family in Britain over the Christmas period, and took two flights in the space of five days. It’s the middle of the stormy season, which meant turbulence, bumps and in my case lurching stomachs. Neither my husband nor our three kids suffer from in-flight nerves, but – ever since I became a […]