Found this 8x12 ink and gouache portrait a while back in a pile of junk. I've subsequently worked bits of it into some of my own computer-based art. Besides liking flapper subject, I find the piece a paradoxical testament to how 'good' something completely inept can be. Are good and inept ever really that far apart? A friend of mine says one could write an excellent Ph.D. dissertation in two weeks if one had to.