Untitled

New drawing, done partly in preparation for next summer, partly because I missed the grind of graphite. I miss art. I miss photography, and dreams of Dali, and quiet hours staring at Pre-Raphaelite red-haired models. I miss reading about art, and knowing why something is in a gallery because I remember the story behind the piece, the artist. I am forgetting things, facts, links. I am hoping to gain some of this back in Paris.