Sketchbook project Spread three: Maybe you lived your heartbreakingly short life exactly as it was supposed to be lived.
Bea decided to co-opt my practice binding project, and use it as her sketch book. I asked her if this was a picture of trees in the grass with the sky, and she said, "No. Just lines and dots and squiggles that are brown and blue and green." Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.