I spent January...
Using my sketchbook not for ideas, but to simply fart around in without any fore thought at all. No agenda. Just showing up and making mark after mark til the whole page was filled.
Trying to nail now a consistent go to style for my pen sketches that seems natural to me. So far I'm still searching. Searching is fun.
Dreaming of the perfect ball-point sketching pen. One that is simple, no grip, has a cap and doesn't blot.
Wrangling a cubby little cherub that I lovely call my son.
Bringing order to my studio bit by bit and little by little. Still a ways to go, but studio evolution is always a process.