Pen and ink, pulpy paper and a smudge from his thumb there in the bottom left corner. She could see the fine lines where he’d sketched everything out in pencil first, but only if she angled the framed picture as she held it to the flickering light of the fire place. Cross-hatching to shade her dark fall of hair, add shadows and depth. It was so ( Read more... )

Sent to various friends and family for the holidays:

abbytude & sonofgranite -- Y'all need to learn how to cook and this looks like fun even if you ruin the food. Merry Christmas. We love you. (cookbook for two as well as a stack of gift cards for restaurants local to them)

gifted_hands -- I noticed you scribblin' on anything you could with anything you had on hand when you ( Read more... )