Friday, September 1, 2023

Waiting for the Cue


 I'm going through a moldering pile of drawings I have hidden away. This came from that stack. It was done in 2002. I'm not enthusiastic about it and, as always, earnestly hope I can do better than that now. Like so many other pieces on this site, the reason I'm posting it is that I recall Kathy saying she liked it. And now it's back to the moldering pile for this picture.

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