View from Vienna

This could be a secret room in Vienna. I’ve never been there, but I’m pretty sure you have a view of mountains from absolutely every window. The two portraits above the window are sisters who chose very different things in life to care about. It is a quiet day in my own house and I am sitting on a hard, folding chair and my tiny desk with my drawing supplies spilled out in front of me. Otto is snoring along with his sweet dog dreams on a fluffy, white duvet without caring about anything at all.