I haven't had such a fruitful day today, so I'm consoling myself by devouring the remainder of my Christmas Maltesers. I love the box design, which is beautifully festive. I think it was the same design they used last year. I wish I could think of a reason to hold onto the box when the last Malteser has gone, but I can't think of a use for it.
The problem with today was I just couldn't empty my head of various worries, obsessions and hassles enough to concentrate on my drawing. I know I'm trying to squash too much into my days before my time becomes 'challenged' by other commitments, I'm beginning to feel desperate and this is NOT good for my creative work.
I've made an error in judgement with this drawing. I've inadvertently slotted an extra foot or so into the height of the tree and now everything at the bottom is stretched so it throws all of the perspective out. Maybe I could blame it on my astigmatism, like certain experts do for El Greco?
Because I wasn't too happy with my drawing I flailed around the rest of the afternoon feeling lost. I finally finished messing up a piece I started a few weeks ago (another failed experiment) and was so disgusted with the results that it's now nestling in a textural heap at the bottom of my waste paper bin.
Then I dug out this coloured pencil piece I began late last year. I liked it at the time actually, but then a rejection of a coloured pencil drawing winded me of my confidence and I haven't had the courage to go back to coloured pencil since. I'm experimenting now with adding pen and ink to the colour. And then a bit of colour back to the pen and ink. I don't know how it'll turn out. Might join the other thing in the bin, who knows?
Yesterday was better. In a fit of Springful thinking I bought a 99p pot of 'Tete-a-Tete' daffodils from M&S and began drawing them. This is what I produced last night.
The drawing took a couple of hours to do (why do I work so slowly?) with a 45 intermission for the latest episode of Mad Men. Which is as glorious as ever.
My last Maltseser!