A copy of work by Egon Schiele by yours truly. I used gouache for the first time on pastel paper, and I think the effect is pretty accurate. The colours in mine are far richer than in Schiele's original, which kind of changes the essence of the piece. His wor is in Madrid's Thyssen museum and I remember seeing it for the first time, next to a similarly styled drawing by the same artist, how the light flow and uninterested way in which he draws and paints, fearlessly mixing media and painting in such a crude, raw manner is so apparent in Schiele's work. I fell in love with it. Yet, my copy has little to do with what he was striving to convey. Perhaps it's the media, or perhaps it's the fact that no matter how accurate you are in copying someone's art, you have a style that no one can imitate, not even yourself. It'll just appear in your works, whether you like it or not. And I think that this year has helped me come to realize that. And I am so grateful for it, it makes me want to create, create, create...