tutus are not just for dancing princesses
I have been feeling very uninspired and even not wanting to draw lately. But according to my practice I sit and start drawing and try to get that inner chorus of critics and helpful suggestors to go sit in another room while the part of me that has no words comes up with some kind of image.
I hope they are interesting enough, and at least speak in the language of dreams.
Electricity went out in my studio so I painted in dim light before the day ended. I’m thinking of this as dancing old grasses in an evening field.
another default theme: dancing princesses.
I used to resist drawing them but now I’m just going with it.
Maybe it’s a girl thing…