Please bear with me...I'm having a difficult time putting sentences together this morning...the writing bug has yet to wake up.
This sketch is from a couple of weeks ago. When my sketchbook went missing, so did it. Perhaps its because I have terrible short-term memory, but the strange thing is that I didn't remember any of the drawings in the lost sketchbook that I hadn't already scanned and recorded here. Looking at them again now is like time traveling.
Take this sketch... the evening I drew it, Edgar and I had spent the day organizing the studio. We'd gotten dinner from a local Greek restaurant (see styrofoam to-go container) and were watching a episode of Family Guy on Hulu. I would have completely forgotten about this rather insignificant day if not for the sketch.
It's times like this that I'm inspired to draw everything...while moments continue to slip past, they live on in sketches.