One of my favorite sketches from this summer, along with a few others, now has a new owner. They are all off to a much better place, where framing and sitting comfy on a wall will be in their future. With me, they merely sit hunkered down in a big pile of other paper in a small closet.
There are hidden, and not so hidden sentiments, behind all that I draw (much the way it is with other artists I imagine) I’m always curious what other people get out of them when they look or grow attached to the image. It’s always a nice surprise to me when others can relate to them in some way.