It's dark when I get up. Very dark. I hate it. Even though it's still daylight savings time, the sun is missing and I miss it--but thirty minutes in front of my SAD light with ionized fresh air stimulates pupils and spirit. It's a time to draw free hand. Generals graphite and charcoal pencils are the medium for this quiet time. The last few mornings I re-visited a couple of references I did before in paint. I do like those two little girls I've done several times. I think they will be a large painting some day soon. This gal's head was the most fifficult. Practice, practice, practice!
Hard to believe that this disheveled lass is the same gal as the one in the Venetian experience. Amazing what make up and a hairbrush can do.