A friend of mine decided that she wanted a picture drawn for her… a picture of what I thought she would be dreaming of as she laid down to a nap. I think, perhaps, that she may have been dreaming of other things. However if it were I laying down for that nap, I have a feeling that this delicate lady would have been first and foremost in my mind.
Its a long walk home after a good night out and an even harder one when you are doing it by your lonesome… but why let that get you down when you have on a lovely frock, it is a moonlit path you walk down and there is naught but a chill evening breeze to disturb your thoughts? Not the greatest sketch in the world… but I like it none-the-less.