
This is more like it, not ethe more even black and the soft edges where the Conté pencile embeds nicely in the tooth of the black paper. He looks a little miserable for a symbol of happiness, but I blame the down-turned whiskers.
A subject close to my heart, as a child I used to climb the many mature trees here at Whitewebbs, Enfield when I lived in Freezywater. Sho...
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