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Close At Hand

Caley is usually pretty close by, so this week when I have nothing better to do with my hands he gets a quick sketch done of him. They usually look more like whatever else is on my mind than his face. Piles of Caley drawings are emerging and I can’t tell if this is a good or a bad habit yet. I had a friend that once told me that he drew his father every single night before moving away to go to school… probably at least ten years worth of drawings. Isn’t that just the sort of thing reaffirms your faith in humanity?