I've been photocopying my hands, faster than trying to sketch them. The results are striking me as kind of creepy.
A pair will go on this fat quarter of hand-dyed fabric, soon I hope. I've been busying myself with the post-African quilt straightening of the studio, plus sorting and washing of the fabric left over from it. I endured the possible cat dander in order to meet the deadline, but now I want it pristine before incorporating it into my stash.