Ever had something so very fleeting spark an inspiration? I did tonight. I saw a girl walking down my street in the dim twilight. I couldn't see her very well. All I could pick out was the turban and the purple shirt.
I knew I had to draw. Raced back inside and started flinging ink and paint with big, fat brushes. The real girl probably looks nothing like this but this is how I remember her in my mind's eye.
Thank you Girl with Turban, whoever you are, for the inspiration.
