Back at it

8.13.2025

I’m SO TIRED lately. I have a decent social life, accepting many invites, and when I get home I just want to crawl into my cozy bed with a laptop and a big mug of creamy decaf. Maybe I am over-decaffeinating. Something astrological, yes. It will pass.

My drawing practice had gone a bit fallow. Tho i recently picked up a quantity of watercolors and tombow pens at a yard sale I haven’t done much but swatch and clean them. I wish I had asked what her story was, two palettes of tube colors totaling about 75 full half-pans of expensive paint, a full set, unopened! of Arteza brush pens, among some kid’s paint boxes which I gave away. Just in the last few days I have felt pulled to my sketchbooks again. The table had been taken up with the sewing machine/ seat cover project, after two jigsaw puzzles I wanted to vet before packing them off to my sister for her birthday.

It gets too hot and bright in the afternoon to sit at the table, but when the sun drops behind the house next door I open the windows from the top down to let the heat out and I draw into the wee hours. I’m really enjoying my Derwent watercolor pencils even though I don’t use water with them. I have so many screenshots in files on my laptop, and with a podcast playing in the background I just copy, copy. There is often that pesky little threshold to get over, but I am feeling freer, faster, looser in my technique, always learning something new. Each one of these is in a different sketchbook. Some tiny, some huge.