Man Bob used to be fine as a youngster, although when I saw him in concert a few years back me and my friend were banging ourselves against the barricade like he was a youngster. It was a finer moment in my past. So heres bob as a blackbird or crow or something of the sort staring off into the distance, his fluffy hair glistening in the sun. Just magnificent.
This is an original watercolor on 8 x 10 in paper!