Sketches

Tuesday and Monday studies. I also did a New Yorker-style cartoon as bread-and-butter note for Marissa's parents. The weather's a little scared here. I lay awake between three and four, thoughts flying faster than I could catch them, but not letting me go. Everything had too many exceptions, qualifications, and implication. Reminded me of a bad acid trip of forty years ago. Deep breathing and a body scan finally let me drop back to sleep.