Day three hundred and forty: This evening I attended a dinner party with fellow fellows from the museum, during which I was asked if I had plans for my last drawing of the year. I replied that I did not, but expected to select a subject that day just as I have every other day of the year: spontaneously, and perhaps only moments before beginning to draw. After I returned home, I quickly made a sketch of the first thing that came to mind: myself sleeping. But Caprica was missing, so I tried to add him into the picture. This, in turn, led to several little studies of a snoozing parrot, and then specifically to a parrot standing on one foot.
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