A little while ago I posted an early sketch for this drawing, entitled (no longer provisionally) Eurydice, Eurydice. At that time I hoped to finish it within a week. But as they say, hope springs infernal.
Nobody ever accused November of being the most fruitful month. Sadly, the same is true of December. We'll see how it goes.
Welcome sweet November, the season of senses and my favorite month of all.
ReplyDeleteFall has always been my favorite season. The time when everything bursts with its last beauty, as if nature had been saving up all year for the grand finale.
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