I did this when I was 19. It was my view from my bedroom each morning. It was done a LONG time ago in ink (with color ink). Under the window is my dads old drafting table I used to draw on. At this age I had yet to find my muse. I grew up in a 13 room 110 plus year old Victorian styled home in the small town of Lyons , NY. The house was so large that it had a basketball hoop in the attic and my dad use to kid me about building a bowling ally in the cellar. All the trees in the neighborhood were huge and even older than the house. Lots of memories, good and bad but mostly good.
I think it's good to look at old work. It gives you some perspective.
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