The bars are the wrought iron fence that surround Mom's house. My life is not my own. I was the chain gang all day, fighting bouganvillas and weeds. I was resting inside the garage when I sketched this. Oooo, my truck actually came out well and so did the car, although the perspective between the two is wonky and makes the car look like it's parked sideways. (graphite in my new 2013 sketchbook)
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