

Awake at silly o’clock again, but with a gloriously unfoggy brain. So I drew and pondered.
How would it be if I thought of the pages of my pocket sketchbooks as panels in a comic?
What if I thought of them as landscapes to be explored and photographed — zooming in, reframing them?
What if I thought of the photographs of the drawings and the drawings themselves as separate things to explore?
My brain has disappeared into fog again.
I shall put thinking on hold for another day.



