I've been drawing from the nude for decades, about once a week for a few hours my entire adult life. That's a practice that produces a ton of drawings. It's almost unbelievable to me that in all that time, drawing what many would say is "the same thing" over and over, I still make astonishing discoveries. Case in point: this drawing uncovers something about the figure that I cannot put to words, but moves me at a profound level. Something arises here that intrigues me and makes me want to go back to that same mine and dig in that same place. But of course life moves and we can never step in the same river twice. I can never revisit that moment, only stand in wonder: what is that secret voice that I hear so clearly and still cannot make out?  13 x 8 in., ink.