Home again and back to work. When I'm too tired to work, I work in the sketchbook.
The sudden brief crisp in the air makes me drag out piles of books and yarn and schedules for life-drawing classes. I've been working hard all summer, but everything seems to move smoother in the cooler weather. We had to wear sweaters all weekend up north, and pumpkins were for sale on the side of the road.
1 comment:
that drawing makes me think..."fish wife"...
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