I found this picture a while back, mixed in with a stack of drawings. As I looked at it, I could easily remember exactly how I felt when I drew it. It was...more than a year ago...an incredibly depressing time in my life because so many things were going wrong. I just...put my pencil to the paper...and I drew...from my heart. It simply flowed, a pretty girl (such are the subject of nearly all my sketches) sitting...alone...outside. The area around her is simplistic...a wall, which was slowly beginning to crumble under the constant flow of a river. Somehow, the image just carried with it an indescribable aura of sadness and despair with it. It was nice...but I think it might have lost something. A year after I drew it, I went over the faded pencil lines with new pencil lines...and...I guess it kind of lost the awe-inspiring sadness it once had. Oh, well.

This is the more recent Photoshopified version. The original sketch is here.