Prismacolor & ink on 5 x 81/4 Moleskin page
This is a series of scenes from my diary about a plumber that came to fix our tub. He was very high energy, chatty and a bass player for a band that had a Myspace page that he had never seen before until I visited it and showed him on my computer. He had the most dirtiest hands in the world, but I didn't really notice them till he had them all over my pristine US Fender P-Bass.
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