Tired. Hands and feet are a bother. This is still a valid exercise, though I’ve yet to purchase a good eraser. My pencils will not stay sharp. I fight with the medium, scowl at my cluttered desk. Watch the clock.
It’s been a busy week.
Still, I have drawn every day. I sort of like how the posturing of Pleura’s feet and arms in the picture on the right look kind of primate-y. Rudimentary and tired, confused and clumsy. Tired.
She is picking up seed pods from a tree whose name I can’t recall. Something to do with cattle? Perhaps not.