I tried to post this yesterday, but there were technical difficulties. Oh well. Here are the last two pages from this sketchbook and a painting of a really cool spice grinder that my wife sent to me from Iraq, which actually comes from Turkey. I was hoping she had gotten it used so I could smell the spices in it, but it's new and just smells like brass. And the inside of the box she shipped smelled like army, yuck. It's a nice feeling when I fill up one of these sketchbooks and move on to the next one, but the stacks of these things in my studio are a little sad, like orphans.
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