Evening pipes

In case anyone's wondering, I still do drawings of pipes now and again. I guess I did one scrawl a week ago, but not a very good one. Seems like longer than that. This is a little bit better, with a more layered and complex composition, and richer, more evocative line and tones. Did it while waiting for Tina and my daughters to come up to the loft to watch the delightful little 2012 black and white, mostly silent film, The Artist. Which, by the way, I highly recommend. A sweet, simple story about the fleeting and fickle nature of artistic fame in the public eye, the casualties of progress, and how passion for one's work and the strength we gain from love’s devotion can redeem us from oblivion.

Talbert, Mänz, and two Rads, 5 1/4 x 8, 2B graphite pencil