All week I've been working on a huge charcoal Jebediah drawing. I was almost finished. It was vulnerable. Sitting on an easel in the guest room of my auntie's house, a room shared with my little sister. It was not finished, as I said, therefore wasn't sealed. So, I was lying on my bed, listening to my iPod, and talking on myspace, and I didn't hear of see my sister come in, and wipe her hands all over my drawing. Strawberry milk and smudged charcoal. Such a lovely combination. All over my one and only love, my Jebediah drawing.
I gave up on trying to fix it.
They all have delapidated faces now.
I actually sobbed when it was unfixable.
ALL