After Sargent

After a long, humiliating and degrading day at work, I sometimes unwind with a bottle of ink and a scratchy li'l pen I keep on a shelf a few feet from the kitchen table. This particular evening was dedicated to the back cover of a great book about John Singer Sargent (J.S.S. The Sensualist). The gas mask and the wonky perspective on the incense burner was my only addition.