Goodnight friends! I’m still going, not just drawing every day but making decisions, moving drawings forward and creating if rough, then at least roughly finished work that”s beginning to discover its own simple methodology that might be able to develop with time. The rest of my life is still a bit ramshackle around this new pivot point – last time I was able to draw this much I wasn’t living alone much of the time, able to take cues of pace and rhythm from someone else’s doings.
Meadows awash with a cotton-white haze of thistledown, most of the seedheads having bust open over the last few days but still clinging in nervous wisps of fog to their to their spiny leaves. A little warmer but stuffier with it, a slow grey palm of damp heaviness closing in, crickets murmuring tentatively like the last unwindings of dozen pocketwatches.
May we find untroubled rest and both bodily and moral refreshment today!
