As a reward for working all day on a sad portrait of a woman who died too young, commissioned by her brother, I got a glass of wine, put on my favorite CD that Nan gave me and went at this with gusto.
And the whole time I was drawing I was thinking of you. Even though I know I said before that I had to see myself as my only reliable audience, I still get a kick out of knowing that you will, for some reason, want to know what I drew today and why and what I have to say about it.
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