ABSTRACT

I drew arrows in different colours to follow the path of her lover’s mathematics, and hers. I used single lines for her, and double lines for his. I used all the colours of the spectrum. Slowly the sad empty room became as bright as a rainbow. It was like drawing two different journeys across a map, her journey and his. It took the rest of my adolescence. And though I joined up many arguments, by the time I’d left school, I could see how different two journeys could be. 2