I found an old drawing when I was sorting paper piles yesterday. Click thumbnail. It is a thank you present to your eyes for letting me whine in that last post. It was a study for a book of linoleum block prints about dreams that I never made. I slacked pretty bad in ceramics, but I was pathological in my printmaking classes. Fun trivia? It took me 11 years to get my bachelor's degree. I had 30+ hours more than I needed at the end. I had "concentrations" in drawing, painting, printmaking, ceramics, and art history. Not design.