In the third rack from the bottom on my desk file organizer rests a stack of cardstock.
This is the slush pile, a growing collection of sketches begun, and abandoned. Sketches that had some element that made me say "I don't want to erase it, but neither can I finish it.
This pup is a refugee from the pile. I've no recollection of starting it whatsoever. But when tonight's output itself proved slushworthy, I figured I should look through the pile to see if there was anything I liked.
There was this. I like the arms. I want a decent reference of that, so I can do this pose again, properly.
