Thursday, November 06, 2025

An Artist I Am Not

On Monday, November 3, I took a drawing class with my dear bride. She is the artist; I'm more of a bits and bytes computer nerd.

Translation: I cannot draw or design to save my life.

The class was about shading.

Here, presented for the world (i.e. the two people that might see my blog) is my effort:


A pencil drawing of a box of tissues


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