I’ve been carrying my little sketchbook around with me again.
I pull it out when I have a moment, waiting for a lunch to be served or for the dogs to have a swim.
More often than not, the meal arrives or the dogs shake off before the sketch is complete.
I started this little drawing at Livingstone Studio last weekend. Then someone came by, and we started a conversation. Then I noticed another artist was struggling to hang her work. Then I saw old friends I wanted to speak to. Then someone asked about my painting process. And on the day went, my little sketch abandoned, unfinished.
It used to bother me, having rough-looking, unfinished drawings interrupting the “flow” of my sketchbook.
It doesn’t bother me any more…that’s all a part of the story!
cindyricksgers 