She's off my easel.

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.

PERIOD!

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 happy.

She's off my easel.  Whew!

Now I'm off to go outside and draw.