Test
Testing
The journal
Notes from the studio, in no particular hurry.
The colour of late afternoons
There is about eleven minutes each evening where the light in the studio turns the colour of weak tea, and everything I own looks better than it is. I tried to paint it again today. Failed again, happily.
Why I draw the same flower forty times
Repetition gets a bad name. People assume the thirty-eighth marigold is a failure of imagination, when really it is the first time I have actually seen the flower.
Inks from the office drawer
Constraints are underrated. One stolen pen, one lunch break, and the small discipline of not being able to erase anything.