I wanted to illustrate something from the text of the book- Proust’s memory of walks with his family and imagining the forest around his village as wild expanse except for the church steeple above the tree tops like a point on a compass.
Portrait of Proust
Pen drawing of stage and Elizabeth Baddeley drawing under other projector.
Drew this from the wings while waiting for my next turn on the stage.
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