Always there comes an hour when one is weary of one's work and devotion to duty, and all one craves for is a loved face, the warmth and wonder of a loving heart.
I had this image in my mind for awhile and sketch was nearly but abandoned. Luckily, appropriately, it found it's life and place again in a collaborative zine ''Human Art'' celebrating true art in this era of artificial content.
[sadly had to censor the image for the platform]