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One block from the convention center in downtown Austin. A boy swept the porch steps. Under a tree, a man played guitar. A workman leaned against the building next door. The writer O. Henry lived here in the mid-1890s, and the house is now a museum. I sat on the front lawn for about fifteen minutes after lunch and brushed shapes of gouache on the page, adding the ink later.

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This is gorgeous. I love your sketchbook!



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