Last week Friday I did a extremely quick charcoal sketch before I ended my work day in my studio.
Needless to say she stared at me all weekend while she rested on my easel.
I would occasionally talk to her.
I even waved at her.
I couldn't take her staring at me any longer.
So... this morning I appealed to my creative spirit for her helping hand.
The deal was if she told me what to do, I would do it.
No questions asked.
It was kinda tough because my ego mind wanted to critique and make changes
but I held true to our agreement.
After all, a deal is a deal.
Now she's done.
She's off my easel. Whew!
Now I'm off to go outside and draw.