Day two hundred and sixteen: I was invited to my first dinner party in Philadelphia! My co-worker, Eliza, and her husband invited me to a little dinner party they had. It was delicious and fun, but I found myself home later than when I usually finish my sketch. Wiped out, and without a subject, I just let my mind unwind and my hand start to scribble. Like finding shapes in clouds, I started to see a man on a bike, so I went with it. Of course, I get almost everywhere on a bike, it’s no real surprise that my mind would go there! The door was added to fill in space, and because that’s what the door is like at Eliza’s apartment. I wonder if the early Surrealists would have appreciated this method of drawing, composed from a stream of consciousness? Sketch done? Check!
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