I re-grouped for my drawing this day, planning for it, doing something I have ALWAYS wanted to do. Draw from the sculptures at The Metropolitan Museum of Art.
I spent time on this drawing. Saint Tarcisius. A young boy slain by rocks. Or something like that. People came over to watch and two people took pictures of my drawing. YIKES. I even had a chance encounter with an amazing portrait artist I knew, (Kyle you know who you are) who was suddenly looking over my shoulder. What are the chances of that in The Met? Ha!
This was the best drawing of the trip and I really felt the benefit of drawing every day this year. And what a joy to draw in The Met.