another evening in a pub after a long meeting, no studio time so you get a glorified sketch.
I don’t draw people from observation much. Though I was looking at specific people as I drew this, I wouldn’t call them portraits, I’m not good enough at making likenesses. But I find it informative to observe details that can later take shape in imagination.
around here our native orchid of the woods, the ladyslipper, has started to bloom. Many photos on my internet feeds though I haven’t seen one in person yet this year. Drawing in the plein air of memory and imagination
Browsing through old National Geographics to pull out images for collage or study, I was reminded that there is nothing coming out of my imagination that’s weirder that what’s actually someplace in this world.
I hang sigils of protection across all my dreams