But I thought I'd post it anyways... Hopefully I'll be able to post its evolution into a real picture.
I just finished washing the charcoal off my hands. My evenings are pretty monotonous... waiting, watching, praying. So today I brought my sketch book, my charcoals and pencils. I started with a sky, then when I looked out the window, I saw this lonely bird perched on this dying tree and it reminded me of how I felt - a feeling without a name - a feeling that is so many different feelings in one that there is no way it could be named. So here it is... unfinished, but still trying.