` The one below, of a student named Jasmine, was done without lifting the pencil from the paper... or at least that was the way it was supposed to have been done... but I really couldn't leave out her eyes!

Then one day I guess we were doing sketches. It looks as if Jasmine (ponytail) was drawing our instructor, Nancy.

Looks as if I drew Nancy, too!

And that one looks like... the unfinished and Jerry-rigged* kitchen I grew up with, crooked cabinets and all! It's either late at night or early morning, and I can almost register the flickering of the fluorescent tubes above the sink....

Wow! Just clicking on it and looking at it full-size gives me the willies!
While the coil of wire hanging from the ceiling is not in view, I can almost make out the ugly blue textured wallpaper on the left behind the hanging cutting boards and the old salt and pepper shakers on the microwave!
Hmm... was the paint above the stove blue or orange? I don't remember.
There's also the teakettle on the stove, Amy's food dish on the floor, and in the left-hand corner there's a thing that says 'Olives' -- that was the cover on the blender!
And, while they are crudely rendered, I recall that right by the blender was this little shadow-box full of thimbles, while across from that by the gaping chasm in which the fridge hid, was the octagonal plate with a recipe for blueberry-orange muffins.
During my bizarre shut-in life there, I kept having delusions that the little painting of muffins, blueberries and orange pieces were actually kittens. But then, when I'd get close enough to see it clearly, I'd get kinda sad that they weren't kittens.
Enough about the silly kitchen! I'll be back... reasonably!
*Jerry = my PsychoDad.
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