|7/27/12, Copic Multiliner SP pen, watercolor, Hand Book sketchbook|
When I looked up again at the woman watching me, she wore an expression I couldn’t quite read. Wistfulness? Sadness? Just lost in thought? She admired my sketch and said quietly, incompletely, “I want to do that, too. . . I should. . .I guess I. . .” Chewing a lip, she let her words fade away, and soon she walked off.
As I finished my sketch, I wanted to say to her, “You can! You should! Come and sketch!” I understood her expression then, because for most of my life, I think I wore my own version of it.
Saxophonist who knows only five tunes – play on, play on.