Time was short this day with another portrait unveiling in the evening at The Players' Club. I raced to Columbus Circle to sketch for 30 minutes. I picked a complicated subject and tried to break it down into an abstract form of light and shadow that I could nail simply remembering the spectacular drawings of Poussin.
It was very windy. I was cold. My hair was quickly becoming a frizz ball. Not good for the swish evening ahead. I quit the drawing in favor of my hair when the drawing time was up. Shoot me.
I have walked passed this sculpture a million times while living in New York. This is the FIRST time I really looked at it. Shame on me.
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