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East Side Manhattan
We were wanderers from the beginning.
The open road still softly calls, like a nearly forgotten song of childhood.
- Carl Sagan
This drawing was done in the early hours of a cold autumn morning on the balcony of my residency by direct observation. My hands were terribly cold by the end!
I decided to challenge myself by making the entire sketch with one continuous line, not once picking up the pen, lightly moving across independent areas. I used a black pen on 8.5 x 11 inch paper.
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