Trite...

Yes, I know eyes seem to dominate the sketchbooks of troubled young artists everywhere. But there is something interesting that happens when you draw the windows to the soul--the eyes. The glassy surface and reflected sight surrounded by a fringe of lashes seems to capture your gaze, an hold it captive. I've never been particularly good at drawing eyes, but I hope to improve. However trite it may be, I'll still fill some of my pages with pensive eyes