Again, from that sketchbook I recently unearthed and opened. The model transfigured. I have no idea why I drew this the way I did. But that’s nothing new. It always starts with the best way to use the space on the white paper or canvas in front of me and the rest happens on its own. Some end OK, others not so much. Is it a matter of “letting the creativity juices flow” or inspiration. That’s all a bunch of crap dreamed up by those who have no idea about creating stuff. It may have been getting late and we were in a rush to get home. Crayon and oil pastel on 11 x 14 archival, Aquabee paper.