I found myself sketching these girls over and over – each one in her own knit sweater, standing in a patient row like they're waiting for something just out of frame. Maybe it's roll call, maybe it's just the cold morning lineup before classes begin. There's something about their different expressions, the way each face tells its own quiet story, that kept me coming back to this piece. It feels like looking through an old university archive and finding a photograph with no names written on the back.
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