Yet another of my old colored pencil drawings I'd tossed into an old paper 'suit box' that Steven Dearmoun salvaged from being devoured by bugs.....this morning, I removed the worm holes and discoloration from the crumbling paper, in a photoshopping episode.......any guess is as good as mine about what was 'on my mind'.....since this was drawn a half century ago, during my obsessive automatic drawing Phase......Later drawings were, I think, hatched from this 'peach-ish' egg, into multitudinous regenerations......like DNA, escaping from this 'alien' Egg......long before the birth of Hamilton Morris.....I must have had much, much better 'close' vision, then....since some of these detailed drawings are less than a square inch, requiring the constant sharpening of 'points' with my father's antique architectual pencil-sharpener and fine sandpaper......and some tongue-licking.....