Apropos of nothing, other than beauty, and an honorific to art and art history. A sketch. Done in charcoal, on 400 lb paper, 65 x 36″ inches, acrylic fill ins.
Done in the holy confines of the studio, that quiet place, even in the midst of music. Where time slows, especially in this epoch of speed and performance.
The first layer, or the last layer, whose to know?