one of the little things that i love about my wife is that she always looks different to me. two nights in a row, i drew her head again and again while she watched television. in each drawing, i noticed something new. in this case, the wing of hair that fell over her pony tail.
christine didn't feel like drawing me but snapped suddenly when i was meditating on spider-man 3. "i want to draw you now!" i did my best to hold that thought.