Finished a whole sketchbook

Ta Da - one sketchbook finished. Keeping one is one of those things I always wanted to do but never quite got around to it, so I'm a bit absurdly pleased with myself for actually doing it.

 

It's nice to look through - not necessarily for it's artistic merits, there is a lot of rubbish in there - but I like the way it's a little visual diary that reminds you of certain times. It's got the dog, the kids, the husband, the food, bits of the house and garden etc. I'm going to try and keep doing it, especially as painting is just not possible for a while.

No painting, only sketching

There doesn't seem to be any hope of any painting time, Easter hols, kids, dog, study, looming essay and after that looming exam conspire to take up all available time. I have serious study guilt permanently.

 

I'm still trying to keep up a bit of sketching,  I seem to be honing excellent wonky perspective skills.

 

It is an appallingly cheap notebook, 99p for 70 sheets! So the paper is rather rubbish if you want to lift colour or if you go too wet. Having said that, cheap makes you nice and careless.

 

 

Much though I love the veg box arrival, I don't think I want to see another wintery parsnip or swede. They don't exactly make the heart sing.

 

 

I quite like my onions. It's still bitter with the cold outside there,  not a leaf or a sign of spring. I'm quite looking forward to a bit of warmth and maybe going outside to sketch. There may be something more exciting than veg out there. I may even treat myself to an ever so slightly better sketchpad for the occasion.