Karate. They breathe and stretch. I breathe and sketch. The sounds of the class trigger my desire to draw. After months of sketching as they train, my brain is becoming trained to the association. It wants to draw. Doesn't matter what. It seems better not to plan ahead for this bit. To draw (or write) what comes. To let it flow.
Mini Chill Poppet. Let it flow, let it flow.
2 comments:
Sweet picture :)
Rob
Thanks Rob--I'm quite fond of the little
fellow.
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