I did a whole series of these nine years ago, when I was living in a small, drear flat in Florence, and had hair like Conan the Barbarian.
Drawing can be a shiversome activity in winter. Tuscan architecture is designed to keep out the summer sun; in the winter, the marble and stone encouraged me to layer on the scarves and sweaters. I didn't always look this disheveled, however.
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