
This morning I woke thinking about the kind of space I seem to have been craving around my drawing.
A place where I can turn up as I am.
Where I can draw what I like, with what I like.
Where I can be serious and playful, thoughtful and impulsive, ambitious and tired.
Where growth doesn’t mean becoming a different sort of artist, but giving the artist I already am enough room, attention and company to develop.
My head was full of these thoughts as I drew this morning. I picked up the wrong pocket sketchbook. I gathered whatever materials were around me and started without much of a plan. I changed tools as I went. A little tea spilt onto the page and became part of the drawing.
I rather love today’s wonky messy drawing. I want to make lots more wonky messy drawings.
This is the wonky messy artist I am ❤️🐌
