I want to write to Unicorns. Drawing Luke Hockley.
I’m staying with friends at the moment and they have a Unicorn in their fridge.
Each day I write them a postcard that tells them something about the Unicorn and how the Unicorn lives.
Now they have started writing letters to the Unicorn and the Unicorn answers them.
When I woke up this morning I was excited about writing to the Unicorn but not excited about writing to you.
You seemed boring.
I don’t think I want to know what I want to say to you at the moment.
Maybe I am running away from the conversation I need to have?
Or maybe having fun is more valuable than being worried all the time about being good enough at being an artist.
Love
Luke
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