I drew up this mysterious lady awhile back for my blog, Her story alludes me. Where is she going? Why is she carrying an umbrella? Is she searching for the soft sounds of a piano drifting down the street, or the dirty trumpet of a smokey jazz bar where she can lose herself. I'm not sure. Her medium is undetermined, but here she is with a vicious little cat to keep her company (thats right that's blood on its mouth)

this was what came out when i drew her.

Somewhere down the street she’s walking, dancing as she passes dirty trumpet bars. The click clack of her heels on the concrete and the dragging of an umbrella. You waiting for it to rain doll?

All you get is a smile.