During this period I took weekly drawing classes, specializing in chalk pastels. I mostly drew still lives or did reproductions or famous paintings. The final drawings are either lost to the world or out of my reach, so all I have left of them is this selectin of ancient iphone photos and my dusty lungs.
After “Hotel Room” by Edward Hopper. Staring at this painting for a month is the origin story of my Edward Hopper obsession
I’ve lost the source for this. I think it was a random find from the internet, but I didn’t write it down, and image search isn’t my friend.