Some will tell you that an artist's sketchbook is a window to his soul. Some will tell you that making sketches available in public displays ridiculous self-regard.
It's all true.
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Walking on, um,
At one time in my life, I didn't have children. At one time, my day was my own.
At one time, I was free to light a reconstituted eggshell dramatically and take pictures of it.
Forty-one pictures of it.
I think it's safe to say I squandered some of my resources.
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