Back away, in a time when I was a young woman, I was hospitalized for depression. The ward was grimy and dull. I challenged myself, was there any beauty I could find, in these dismal circumstances? Then I found the book case, with its colorful novels. I thought about it, and realized it would be a good subject for drawing. So, I tucked it in my brain for another day.

Fast forward to last week. I was in a community center, waiting for my friend who was taking a class. She was taking her own sweet time getting finished. I was getting impatient. Then my eyes fell on a bookshelf, and realized it was time to draw it. It came at a time when I was trying to get back into the swing of things.

Just a small note about the cat. My boyfriend insisted I put a cat in the drawing. So, did.