Well, I finished “Grand Central Sunday Morning”, and I’m totally dissatisified with it. And no, I don’t have the patience to do it again. I realize that I have a weakness when it comes to architectual detail, such as I found out in “Sentinel”.
Every so often, a group of art students gather in Grand Central, drawing pads in hand to do a perspective class. I used to fantasize about stopping for a moment, and giving help to them. After this humbling experience, maybe I should take tips from them.