Another page of pure indulgence. Yesterday, a man outside the Ashery (a bulk staples store in Amish country) observed with pure wistfulness as I sketched, "I wish I could do that". I assured him he could if he wanted to bad enough and told him about some of my students in school who learned to draw principally on the strength of their desire. But, like Cassandra, who bore very bad news, they don't believe me, even if the news is good.
I wouldn't show these, they are too personal and the technique is too raw, but I do enjoy making them and won't deny myself that pleasure.