Landscapes of a lady

And so I returned to the class after two weeks. It was insanely busy in the room today, and having arrived with just seconds remaining before the doors slammed shut, I found a sneaky chair in the far corner and settled in. Today the model was different, big bushy hair dominating her figure.
The two hours passed quickly, with the man behind me sighing depressingly every 30 seconds, my own personal air con, his nose playing a flute solo to a similarly morose tune with every breath out. I blanked the sound out and struggled to concentrate at first, not able to measure, but by the end I had this (picture right) which I am happy with.
The variety of styles again tonight was incredible. Some with paints, others with ink only. I'm looking forward to the next time.