A 6 paper. About 20 minutes plus a few revisits.
13°C, sunny with easterly breeze.
Drawing: put something, anything between work and bed in the evening.
Tiny A6 sketchbook with a cheap propelling pencil. The paper isn’t really this sallow.
17°C, bright, warm and sunny.
Drawing while I wait for a visitor. Boy, do I feel rusty. That feeling of edge-of-the-seat fear that it will come out badly drives you on.
I need to do this more often.