Handbags and Gladrags.

Four and twenty blackbirds,

Baked in a pie.
When the pie was opened,
The birds began to sing;
Wasn’t that a dainty dish,
To set before the king? 

Above is a recent piece from a show at the Nichols Berg Gallery. I drew it in brown Micron pen on vintage book paper. You can see more of the works I exhibit here.