trying to draw and all I can smell is that damn mouse in here. of course I can’t find the son of a bee. so it’s open the window and freeze and breathe or be driven mad. this is what I hate about winter. I keep instinctively holding my breathe – worthless cat – could care less. yeah- I’m talking to you sleepy.
anyway- love this pose on the model. but I lost the curvey line and it got stiff-static.
charcoal on 20 × 24″ gray toned canson