The more perceptive among you will notice that there seems to be a paucity of figure models and a corresponding surfeit of drawers. It was just an off night for me, figure-drawing-wise. Perhaps I was thrown off balance by the fact that Artmark's easel was not thrown off balance. I've grown used to the comfortable sounds of splintered wood skittering across the floor in my direction. Whatever the cause, the drawings emerging from my computer screen were of a hideous, misshapen alien hag whose anatomy violated all known laws of physics and decency. So I got out the sketchbook and spent the evening sketching my fellow sketchers, which insured that any grotesqueries on my part would pretty much go unnoticed.

Larger versions, and a few more, can be found in this vicinity.