Because I am "too hard on myself" -- someone says -- too moaning and self-deprecating probably, today I will start by saying that I am quite happy of the drawing I just did. Well the raised arm is completely wrong and the head too small, but still.

This sort of question-marked statue of liberty fuelled with faces (like the other one), needed a pencil, a large white piece of paper, eraser, camera, a cracked copy of photoshop to "burn" the pencil strokes-- and a couple of hours.
Okay, I don't know or care what it represents. I worked with the headache, awfully tired (20 hours awake today), splay on the floor, eyes sore, following my hand and the two or three tricks it masters and can perform nicely.
No music in the background-- I listen to music rarely 'cause it suck up all my consciousness-- but there was the annoying engine noise from the trucks at work down in the avenue, at full throttle to remind everyone in the city that the city itself is decaying and needs a lot of make up and constantly. It was all below the usual sparrows, below crows and blackbird calls, city birds who are brave enough, impudent, opportunist enough, and all below these European gray clouds, loaded with acid waters, moving about and beautiful. And it was all, I liked my drawing.