I liked yesterday's sketch for my aunt's painting but I realized that, considering its eventual size it might be too busy and involved. She agreed and I went an entirely different direction with this evening's sketch.
An apt title for this might be Sarah Has No Idea What She's Doing and maybe, like, a "No. 8" at the end just to make it seem pretentious enough that someone might consider me deep... which I'm not.... or does denying my depth build my mystique that much further?
You ponder that while I go get some ice cream.