I began to really enjoy working in colored pencil by this time. It was 1996 and I believe I had gotten word I’d be free very soon. My artwork got a little brighter and I began to dream of a future in a world with some good old-fashioned freedoms.
I would go to the little library in the basement area, sit my favorite table, put my earplugs in (remove all the distracting noise) and draw… reading in between and writing as well. I think I finished this one late in the year, using my plastic mirror and my very eye for the model.
