During the winter of 1984, my oldest friend and I were living above a mom and pop grocery store on 11th and East Capitol Street in Washington, DC. I drew this at my drawing table which was situated in our kitchen's bay window overlooking Lincoln Park in Capitol Hill. At the time, I was a freelancer and worked at the Agnes Ainilian Gallery in the Eastern Market. I was into drawing organic figures on things, and I began drawing this weird pattern on her face just to see where it went. I finished drawing this figment of my imagination in a weekend.
The drawing was done on a piece of paper using a few Sanford pencils, ranging from 2H to 6B.
