This one is from those night-time open-drawing sessions in Montclair and brings back happy memories of freedom and full moon nights, a fear of driving alone, parking in our garage and calling Ravi even though i had a key so i could hear his voice as the demons in the garage haunted me, of seeing old and young sitting companionably on wooden stools and drawing with abandon, of the rush of adrenalin as i managed to rip off sheet after sheet, drawing with all of my body and arm and of being able to stare at the unselfconscious model posing with élan. Thank you dearest friend.