Sometimes I sit in a chair and stare at the faux marbled tile on the floor (well, don't ask which "chair!") and see many, many faces in the swirls and whirls. But I just note them and pass on to the next subject on my mind.
Today I was sitting in a chair just staring out the window at the beautiful day. I was watching thru the areca palm fronds which block my view out the front window. Suddenly I saw this face. Hmmmmm, I thought. I have never tried to draw any of the imaginary things I see in the trees and clouds and floor. I thought if I leaned over to get my sketch pad out of the closed footrest in front of me, the imaginary face would disappear and I'd never see it again. You know, optical illusion, etc. I got my pad and pencil, and it was still there. I didn't have a bit of trouble finding it again. So I began to draw, looking at the face and only glancing at my drawing to be sure I wasn't drawing on my lap instead. This is what I captured.
I think he looks so sad.