In recent days, I returned home from work tired and just wanted to read, or draw. Mess grew. Today's cleaning was a necessary. My flatmmate had given to me that guitar beauty for two weeks because he went to Spain, and in the afternoon I went to my beloved familiar portrait gallery. I grab a stool and over two hours I was creating. I visit a few other places with the life of Marilyn. In the evening, enjoyed the street without the crowds, and then a small completion. Completion? Of drawings? Of this week? It is never ending. Water flows, air flows and clouds still run away. Let´s live on.