A new term for Sketch Club. A cold night yet the artist's inspiration poses. Pure and essential beauty. The gentle sound of the rubbing of the ink stick on the stone slab mingles almost imperceptably with the music. An almost inaudible movement of brush from water to ink. The brush raises, poised to follow the eye
and the heart.
It touches the paper. The artist is drawing again. The bohemian reason for life is in
the air.
Beauty and appreciation are celebrated. The studio comes to life.
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