i was feeling like still-life. i really dont have a lot of cool stuff to still-life, i realized. i tried drawing without an actual object, but it wasnt working. i tried a crystal. im not ready for that. on my shelf with my crystals, with my books, sat a simple gift given to me what seems like eons ago. i drew that. i think it turned out well, considering i'd never drawn glass before. it seems like i should say i was feeling and thinking too much while i was drawing, and that i was emotional and whatever, but that would be a lie. i remembered, oddly enough, almost objectively. i doubt anyone who reads this will recognize the gift. and i know no one who reads this will know just how much it meant--means--to me. no, im not obsessive. but i will probably always have it. just one of those things you cant get rid of because its got simple memories tied to it with a simple green ribbon. let me know what you think of it. it was hard to draw because of the thick glass, and thats probably where most of the errors lie--in the glass. let me know what you think!