I couldn’t stand it anymore.
I had to find it.
I dug through old sketchbooks, trying to remember where I put it.
It wasn’t there.
Maybe the closet?
I dug a little deeper.
And there it was.
It wasn’t the best thing I have done, but it’s been calling me. I’m not sure why. I think this unfinished drawing has something to say to me now.
All images © 2006-2012 Kathryn Rubidoux