ink and wash
Sometimes it's relaxing just to do an ink wash.
I didn't draw anything for her to sit on. She's just sort of floating. I'm not certain that she's even finished. But I like her anyway.
I bought a CD of Forties music at the dollar store. Marlene Dietrich sings "You Do Something to Me" and I melt. That era of music is so beautiful. Every time the tinny piano launches in I feel transported. The music was truer and purer then. I can't explain it.
It keeps trying to snow, outside. The wind slaps you bitterly in the face when you step outside. I've worn a knitted scarf all day, even inside the house. It's that kind of a day. The ordinary armor isn't enough.