Rosanne’s daughter.
Beautiful girl like her mom.
I don’t really know Greta, but we’re facebook
friends. I actually met her this past
summer when I went to visit Rosanne and Dave.
It was weird because I think we both felt like we knew each other. O, this modern world.
The drawing was a break-though in a lot of
ways. After all the stylistic poking
around I finally found my voice. I made
a decision. This was the way to go. I want a graphic punch, a full range of tone
from deep black to bright white, a way to stay loose and open and let the
drawing breathe.
It took a month to get here. 33 down, 67 to go.
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