Lost Friend

I've taken a day or two off from my art as I lost a close friend this week and was preparing for his service. I was his running coach for the past 20 years although he was 20 years older, at 80. I spent a sleepless night thinking about what I wanted to say, finally getting up at 12:30 and writing a few pages. I awoke again at 5 or so - it made for a short night and I had my figure drawing session that morning. It took a while to get going but I finally started to sketch in a fast and loose line, white marker on tan, and that allowed me to finish strong with several good drawings. Somehow, the looser I worked, the more my eye and hand coordinated and I entered that right brain zone we thirst for. Here is that magical sketch.