things.
i remember drawing this picture. i don’t remember what day of the week it was, or what the weather was or what i had for supper that day, but i remember sitting there on my bed and taking in the details of that room and putting them down on that little piece of paper. i remember thinking it was important that i get it right.
i guess this is the story behind all my art, whether it’s a big oil painting or a little sketch – there’s an intended audience of one, and if someone else happens to like it too, well, that’s just a bonus. 