These are my tools, at least a few. I require them to create, breathe and eat.
Forks and knives of the drawing table.
I’m always looking for the next whose feel is natural in my hands and pleasing to the eye.
It is about the feel, isn’t it?
I am exhausted this first week of school, and knew it would be difficult. How difficult… very. In fact, I have not had the energy or inspiration to settle in to a drawing, much less paint it.
Tonight I didn’t compromise, but I relied on an old standby; me. What better way to express this fatigue than with color, lines and mood.
I like persevering and holding a big brush.
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