Sometimes when I don’t really feel like drawing, one of my cats will provide subject matter.
I got nothing. Scribbling colors on paper. But the point of this is to draw something every day, so I’ll count it as a win.
Where did my dreams go?
Interestingly I’m having a period of feeling stuck when I face the blank page again. It comes in waves. I don’t yet know what’s going to free it up this time.