|Escape, ink on paper|
Evidently, escape has always been on my mind. When I was four or five, I'd borrow Mom's high heels, get her pocketbook, and wait for the Greyhound bus to take me away. Odd, isn't it, that my parents allowed me to play beside the highway?
When I get the stance right, this will be a painting. Okay, maybe I'll work on my size, too--I'm taller than the Amoco sign! For the drawing, I moved the King Edward Cigar sign (great for target-practice) across the road.
Happy Holidays. I'll be working on cards, shopping, and minimal decorating (nothing stops me from drawing, though).