Some interim drawings were worked into a state of morbidity. I won’t pain you with them. Now, I see this one and wonder if I might delicately push something else onto it. Do I spot the eyes? Everytime I do, you look at them and don’t see the drawing. They are an unfinished hunger now. I’ll leave them that way. And so you are drawn to the exxagerated beard, which is what drew me to the picture in the first place.
It was a pleasure working with you Mr Hans Holbein the Younger. I’m jealous of your little finger.