You don't have to be a fan of a certain US presidential candidate to thrill to the words 'yes, we can.' For most of this week I was dragging my cold-addled self around like a thrift shop mattress. I was drawing and painting like one, too.
Today, I felt some better. I kept telling myself I can, I can do it, in spite of this week's evidence to the contrary. Here are some sketches and a couple of fountain images from Paris, drawn there, painted here. You know, they're not the best things in the known world, but they're not the worst, either, Oui, je peux. Si se puede.