It happened. I made it a whole 11 days and then Friday - FAIL! I didn't draw, doodle or sketch the whole entire day. Sigh.
Saturday we took part in the university homecoming parade. Feeling guilty about Friday, I brought my little sketchbook. We arrived early. Directly in front of us was a float of flowers & straw bales & college kids bundled up against the first chilly fall day. Then I did something I haven't done for many, and I mean MANY, years. I opened the sketchbook in public. The decorations were first, then the students in coats and hoods. It was only two pages of incomplete figures - my models kept moving - but it was a milestone in this little journey.
Sunday evening came and I wasn't in the mood to be artsy. We'd been working out in the cold all afternoon. I was achy, tired & growing a headache. Milo was sleeping across the room and I didn't want to get off the couch to attempt drawing him. Humph! I scrolled through my Pinterest board for ideas. Guess I could do some gesture drawings of my hand . . . ten 20 second sketches, then ten 40 seconds and finally 2 minutes. They started bleh, but as the 2 minute sketches progressed, I began appreciating how the lines improved and was glad I'd kicked my lazy self in the heinie. I was still achy, sleepy & needing aspirin, but I had drawn.
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