I got 10 minutes in my studio, between family visits. Almost decided not to take the time and waste a piece of paper, but after so many years of daily practice it felt wrong to skip it. So here is about 5 minutes worth of ink marks on paper for your viewing…pleasure?
Portsmouth shoreline again
The Cafe Rat sometimes gets carried away by the act of writing.
I really miss hanging out in my local cafe with my journal and books.
Taking a break from the Inner Critics, to just go with the flow.
I have posted before about how sometimes when I’m blocked I like to draw Princesses – in effect, my princesses are blockade runners.
There is an Inner Critic who tells me that my Princesses don’t really like me. They would much prefer to have been drawn by a Rackham, a Himmapaan, a Dulac, or Adrienne Segur. Or really, any artist with a better eye for detail, a finer hand, a stronger sense for color.
Sigh. Go to your room, Inner Critic. You may be right, but I am going to do this anyway.
“Your art is aimless and frivolous” says this Inner Critic.
what’s lying under the snow