This is the first unfinished drawing I've posted, I don't want to blow it by just trying to finish it and get it out of the way. The person who requested it asked for a drawing based on this poem by e.e. cummings: my love is building a building around you,a frail slippery house,a strong fragile house (beginning at the singular beginning

of your smile)a skilful uncouth prison, a precise clumsy prison(building thatandthis into Thus, Around the reckless magic of your mouth)

my love is building a magic, a discrete tower of magic and(as i guess)

when Farmer Death(whom fairies hate)shall

crumble the mouth-flower fleet He’ll not my tower, laborious, casual

where the surrounded smile hangs

breathless

I feel like I took the whole thing too literally, with the buildings hugging (based on this) and the pseudo Mona Lisa smile, but that's just where I am, not in a super sophisticated place as an illustrator, just trying to work where I'm at. Maybe it's done just like this.

We'll see where life takes us tomorrow.