im not an artist so i cant tell you whats wrong with it. but i like the way that it's plucked out of story about a quixotic old woman who is part dwarf and part hobbit - oh and a witch - with gleaming maniacal eyes. i cant wait to see the detail in her dress and the cats fur. you obsess about your lack of perfection and dither over brushes while I try to sense the texture and color of the walls. she whispers to me that you have virgo in your chart and rolls her eyes while smiling that secretive smile. the cat licks his backside, then eyes a grey mouse in the far corner. i smell root soup with onions and leeks simmering in a pot over a fire in the far corner of her hovel. I bend to avoid the drying herbs overhead and find a seat. i'm in no rush to leave.