Here's a work in progress. I'm taking it on the road with me to Charlottesville for a concert: Lyle Lovett and k.d. lang.
It's a hot hot Sunday in Virginia.
More so than the previous 2 drawings, this one is like a collection of no-mind drawings, broken down into random areas and worked individually. Probably no one cares. But for me it's interesting to watch the whole unfold in stages, some instinctively darker or lighter than others, pushing to the front or receding into the fog, some carrying the visual germ of an idea or treasure within them. It feels erotic to me too, something I don't often notice.
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