It's a pencil drawing my brother did in January 1987. Normally when he drew things, it was in a cartoon style (see his illustrations for my stories-for-children, The So Book of Spoons. Very rarely, he would do things like this, though.
I was always in awe of his ability to draw, because mine is practically non-existent. He never regarded it as anything special, though, and it didn't really interest him. He used it when he needed a picture, but only very occasionally would he do it for fun.
Every time I meet someone who can draw, they assure me that it's easy. Ones who teach drawing tell me they could teach me to do it in half an hour. I don't believe that's the case, though, as I don't have the penmanship (or, for art packages, mousemanship).
I can draw pictures with words, though. That's easy.