Well, folks, it's been a tough week - slogging through eating establishments with nothing to show for it but food and drink.
Moments of panic: "I've forgotten how to draw!"
Cries of despair: "I've forgotten how to paint!"
My hand and my eyes just wouldn't coordinate. The pen didn't know where to go.
Then finally from the crumbs of one half-eaten sandwich, a single head arose. It was a floating head - gazing beyond the menu towards the heavens.
And though there was that single stray line (which you might think is a pencil-thin goatee, but you would be sadly mistaken my friend) - I was redeemed. And amazingly the blue on the skin seemed to work this time, as compared to the undead pallor I'd given to that other poor girl earlier in the week.
So once again I am on my way, swerving on the artistic road - with every sight a potential target.
3 years ago