Double Talker

Up until after midnight, I still had that feeling inside that I had to draw something.  This girl emerged.  One mouth wasn't enough for her.  She's a double talker.

Fingers smudged and smeared with charcoal, clock close to 1 a.m., and the sinking knowledge that I'll have to be getting up in 5 1/2 hours, I still feel better for having brought her forth into the world.