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.
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