Here I am as we approach the second anniversary of the Pandemic at least the lockdown. I thought I was feeling pretty good, but took at the furrowed brow. Also, my glasses now live almost permanently on top of my head, because with the mask they're always fogged up. I'm having a fallow period about drawing these days, which is never fun. I did this, taken from a fountain I saw at the Met. I re-figured it as a window from Saint Barbara's tower, imagining what she may have seen when she looked out. My grandson, Teddy, was here last week and said, "MomMom, I saw the picture you're working on and it's pretty good but you should put some people in it." Thanks, Teddy. He's eight. Here's one of his major works. The fallow periods always come and they never last, but they're no fun, even though I know there's real work being done under the surface. One thing to do is clean the studio. In doing so I found a little book that ...