Here’s today’s Tea-Tray drawing. The text reads:
Two cartons of oat milk on my tray this morning.
I’m feeling very jittery.
Am I drinking too much tea? I hope not.
Often (usually?) my drawings are simply a record of a moment, of what’s here in front of me — the clutter, the small absurdities of my tiny life, the quiet noticing of how I feel. Today it’s two oat-milk cartons, a teapot, and a cup of tea that’s probably gone cold while I was drawing.
