There’s nothing like trying to buy a house to throw you off your stride. The agonizing over whether to make an offer and if so, how much; the discussions with the folks about it; then going for it; then furnishing and decorating in my mind’s eye, only to be outbid by thirty thousand dollars; then the “if only this and that…”; lots of hours lost to insomnia; productivity hampered by sleep deprivation. Blah blah blah. So my art endeavours have been quick and dirty at best the past few days.
Here, a note card based on last week’s toilet-paper-roll pears experiment. Tomorrow I will get back to the Sketchbook Revival stuff — before it expires on April 18!