Life in the Pigeon Factory

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The apartment we live in is the top two stories of a house (once two houses); my room and a couple of storage rooms are under the roof, with slanted ceilings. There’s a crawlspace running the width of the house, at the front, formed by the space at the edge of the roof that wasn’t deemed worth making part of an actual room. There’s a small door in my room that gives me access to the crawlspace; I’ve been meaning to store some stuff in it. Just as well I hadn’t, because today it turns out that (1) it leaks, and (2) the reconstruction of the house next door has caused one of the walls to open up, so pigeons have been roosting in it. There’s now a crate blocking pigeon access, but the droppings are still there.

Spent some more time at Ground, sketching.

I actually did the leftmost three of these facial studies last night, after I installed a wall-mounted lamp over my bed. I’m starting to get a handle on Melorne’s face, even if I don’t always get her nose right.

Melorne’s parents. It was while I was doing this sketch that I realized those horns (both Mel’s and her dad’s) don’t work. I should spend a day at the Museum of Natural History sketching stuffed ungulates.