Today.

Rainy days are filled with so many possibilities…
Armed with a coffee I plot and I plan.

The Start of Things to Come.

It's not like I'll be making masterpieces... and I can't ignore the housework every day... but tonight the boys all sleep, and I scribbled instead of joining them.

F*ck It.

It's come to my attention that I don't draw enough.
Every now and then I'll pull out the brushes and the half empty tubes of paint, and I'll produce something because someone's asked for something. Unless there's a show or opportunity, I seldom paint... and I never, ever draw.

So as of today I'm going to draw/paint/sketch/doodle/create every day. Every single day. Because I'm out of practice, and one day I might need to be practiced. 

Working Larger with Gouache.

These three pieces travelled down to a show in Sydney. I've never had my art taken anywhere before, it was pretty cool.

Friday Night Activities.

Tonight needed a little bit of spray paint.

Till Midnight.

Every night this week I've stayed up till midnight. It's not quite the almost-dawn, V'd up paint sessions of my earlier artistic years, but it's certainly an improvement on the more recent months.
It's getting warmer, which helps, and I'm about to tackle the third trimester which, if I remember anything from last time, came with a suitable amount of energy.

Thankfully for my crafts this has happened during a several week stint of The Boy working early (therefore going to bed early) and with a mostly cooperative toddler I've managed to spew out a few new paintings.

I'd like to do something a little more consistent, but there's a little alarm in my brain reminding me that, come November, my time won't be my own once again - for all the best reasons.

 

This week's accomplishments.

Recently on the Easel.

Being playing with gouache again lately. I like when it acts like watercolour, but isn't watercolour.