oil 18 x24 on masonite - unfinished
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Approximately three or four years ago, I lose track of time, I began a drawing of David in my studio at the back of our house where I have a north light. It was strictly impromptu. Could he sit, would he sit, could he read, could he sit still – what palette should I use? Should we continue this at a later time (we never did) You know how husbands are and wives are after several years of marriage - intimacy – all kinds of looks transpire between us. Any way I have this piece – an hour or two of work – an afternoon from a few summers ago. Plans now are to do a study in clay, more drawings – but I’ll let him read, we’ll chat – maybe a sort of meandering monologue from him, that would be good.