On a bright warm September day I drew outside and found this scene in front of Starbucks. The girl was absorbed in writing in her journal. I wanted to see her face but my viewpoint and her arm's perspective almost entirely cut off her head. If she had been right-handed this wouldn't have happened. So I got a faceless and rather anxious-looking writer. She couldn't see me, either. It was one of those nothing moments in time which has now been recorded in the journal of life, possibly for centuries. You never know.
Black tech pen ink on sketchbook page, about 5" x 6", September 8, 1999.
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