There are quite a few old sketches that I haven't shared— I've become a sketch hoarder. I rather like this one, but had forgotten about it. It took me nearly two hours in the dark, damp Yerebatan Cistern to draw and paint this amongst a flurry of tourists, whilst eavesdropping on the snippets of conversations in languages I could understand. When complete, I remember my fingers cramped from the tight clenching of my book and palette for so long, the discomfort an odd source of pride.
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